#but lately it’s just been so fucking bad and for whaaaat

[sunnibits]

I hate you chronic fatigue I hate you chronic fatigue I hate you chronic fatigue I hate you chronic fatigue I hate you chronic fatigue I hate you chronic fatigue I hate you chronic fatigue I hate you chronic fatigue I hate you chronic fatigue I hate you chronic fatigue

[heavyhitterheaux]

Bake Sale High

First Lady of Private Garden Blurb

Jack is 18 and First Lady is 17

Synopsis: Urban gives you the wrong brownies 🤭

Pairing: Baby!Jack Harlow x Baby!Reader

Please Do Not Repost My Content Anywhere

Your mouth was watering at the sight of Urban's brownies that he had made with the help of his dad for the soccer team's bake sale  to raise money in order for them to get new uniforms. Eating breakfast before you left the house was never possible since you always woke up so late and Jack would have to damn near pull you out of the bed when he came to get you.

As you reached your hand out to open one of the containers, Urban quickly snatched it away from you making you pout.

“Urby! I'm hungry! Give me one! JACK! Make him give me one!”

“Urb! Give it to her!”

“I will, but not that one!”

“What, why?” Jack asked as he looked at him before holding the  other container of brownies up and inspecting them.

“They have a special ingredient.” He told the both of you as he made a poor excuse of a wink as you and Jack stared at him before looking at each other.

“If that was you winking at us, never do that again.” Jack told him and Urban immediately rolled his eyes.

“They have weed in them.” Urban said as he tried to whisper it and failed miserably.

“And you can't whisper.” You added as Urban let out a huff and opened the other container and handed you and Jack one brownie each.

“That'll be a dollar and fifty cents for both of you.”

“Not for your best friends it won't be. As much as you steal my food.” You said as you broke off a small piece and threw it into your mouth.

“I do not!”

“Urby please stop talking because you do.”

“Jack, you gonna let your girl lie on me like that?” Urban asked.

Jack was so focused on the brownie and he just shrugged before responding to him.

“So she can beat both of our asses? Nope, you on your own.”

“Seriously!?”

All three of you were sitting near the bleachers waiting for the first bell to ring when you started to feel weird. Jack noticed that something was off too and quickly made a point to ask if you were okay.

“Babe? You feel alright?” He asked as he turned to you, however seeing how your eyes looked startled him.

“Um, no not really. I feel heavy and my mind is cloudy.”

“Uh, Urb…. Look at her eyes.” Jack instructed Urban. Once he turned around to look at both of you he simply muttered.

“Oh fuck.”

“URBAN! YOU SAID THE OTHER ONES HAD WEED IN THEM! LOOK AT HER! SHE'S HIGH AS A KITE!”

“IT'S JUST A SMALL AMOUNT!”

“URB! She probably can't take it! She's a lot smaller than I am! She's never been high before!”

“Yeah, I didn't really think this one through. I must have mixed up the containers or they are both literally mixed throughout both of them.” He said as he held both of them up and inspected them.

“OBVIOUSLY!”

“Smush, I have a quiz first period. How am I supposed to take it!?” You asked since you were now freaking out. You had never gotten high before and for this to be the first time, you were terrified.

“Okay, baby calm down. It'll wear off. It'll be fine.” Jack told you as he was trying to talk you off a cliff.

“It's not going to wear off before first period! Babe, my arms don't work! They're so heavy! And why am I so hungry?” You whined as you laid your head on his shoulder while Jack just glared at Urban.

“My bad.” He quietly said as Jack just shook his head.

Jack immediately slid your phone from your pocket to send a text to hot chips and bad decisions.

Y/N- it's Jack and I need a favor

Jess- Not the white boy texting us

Blanca- If you hurt Y/N, I will let Panchito loose

Victoria- Will you two let the man explain!?

Y/N- Thank you, Victoria. Y/N just ate a weed brownie because Urban's dumbass mixed up the containers. Any of you have eye drops?

Blanca- WHAAAAT

Victoria- We literally just got to school. How the hell has she had time to get high already?

Y/N- VICTORIA FOCUS 

Jess- Lmaooooooo and we have a quiz first period 

Y/N- Jess! This isn't funny!

Jess- Oh admit it, Jack. It's a little funny.

Y/N- We're outside by the bleachers

Ten minutes passed before all three of them made their way to the bleachers to see you out of it as you were now laying in Jack’s lap.

They simply looked at Urban who held up his hands in defense.

“Wait, how are both of you not high? Didn't you both eat brownies?” Jess asked before busting out laughing.

“I'm guessing that the batches are mixed sooo I definitely can't sell those not knowing which is which.” Urban explained as Victoria took out her eye drops and held your eyes open to drop them in.

“Somebody literally has to keep an eye on her the entire day.” Jack said as they all turned to look at you to see that you were digging through your backpack and pulled out a lollipop that you quickly stuck in your mouth.

“Not us being put on babysitting duty.” Urb muttered and Jack let out a scoff.

“You were the dumbass who gave it to her!”

“But Lil Bit, on a real note, they were good weren’t they?”

“NOT NOW URB! I'M TRYING NOT TO DIE!” You exclaimed as you tried to stand up and wobbled a little to the left. Luckily, Jack caught you. 

“Damn, Urban. How much did you put in those brownies!?” Victoria asked him as she quickly got on the other side of you.

“Um…. Not that much.”

“Clearly it was because this girl isn't even on planet earth anymore.” Blanca said as she watched you with wide eyes. 

The first bell had now rang and Jack let out a sigh.

“Well here goes.”

It was now the end of the day and everyone had taken turns walking you to your classes to make sure that you had gotten there on time. Lunch consisted of you eating the majority of Urban's and Jack’s food before also eating your own. You could feel your high slowly starting to wear off by 1:30 and you thought to yourself that it was absolutely crazy that it had lasted that long. Jack had waited for you outside your last class so he would be able to take you home. You were the last one to leave the classroom and immediately embraced him before you held up your quiz to show him.

“You okay now?” He asked as he leaned down to kiss the top of your head.

“Yes, and apparently she graded the quiz since I was the first one to finish and I got a 100 on it.”

“Wait, isn’t that your hardest class?” Jack asked as he looked at you and you simply nodded. 

“Yeah and I didn’t even study which is the crazy part. Where’s Urban? I need another brownie tomorrow for my history test.”

“Baby, NO!” 

[airplanned]

WIP Wednesday

I've been reading a lot of dire and horrifying and amazing stories lately, and I wanted to write something Super Goofy.

So here's the One Piece guys trying to con Nami to win a bet, which goes exactly as well as expected and has no intro whatsoever.

...

"You bet on when we would hook up?" Zoro asks.

"Uhhh," Usopp says.

Why the fuck would they do that?  That's one of the weirdest things he's ever heard that didn't involve magic or unicycles or Luffy.

Okay, maybe it's not really that weird, but it still doesn't make any sense.

From across the room, Sanji looks so confused that he can't even speak, something that has never happened before.  He just has his stupid eyes squinted and his mouth half open about to say something.  Then a different something.  Then a different something..  Zoro's just thinking that maybe Usopp's nonsense has a silver lining after all, when Sanji eventually lands on, "...Why?"

Usopp looks back and forth between them, but doesn't answer.

"How much was the bet?" Sanji asks.

"A million berry?"  As soon as he says it, Usopp throws up his hands to defend himself.  "I was drunk!  And I don't have a million berry, so maybe if y'all could just hold out--I mean, if you could continue not making out until after midsummer, I'd really appreciate it."

"I'm not doing anything you'd appreciate right now," Zoro mutters, even though on second thought, not making out is exactly how he wants this situation to play out, so what is he even talking about?  Thankfully Usopp is too nervous to notice the stupid thing he just said, and Sanji has his head tilted as he thinks way too hard about something else.

"So Nami bet before midsummer," Sanji says.

"Yeah."

"And you bet before when?"

"I bet--Oh!  I bet never.  Because you two aren't like that.  Obviously.  See, I'm on your side."  He nods enthusiastically.

"Gonna call bullshit on that one, man," Sanji says.  "You bet even earlier."

"Whaaaat?  Meee?  That would be--That'd be the worst bet ever."

"A drunk bet," Zoro mutters.

What the fuck?  Why is the crew talking about him while they're drunk?

A smile spreads across Sanji's face.  Sharklike.  It makes Usopp back up a step.  It makes all the hair on the back of Zoro's neck stand on end.  Alarm bells go off in the back of his head.

Nothing good can come of that look.

"Usopp," Sanji says, "how would you like to make a third of a million berry?"

#

It's a bad plan.  The absolute worst kind of convoluted nonsense that's bound to go wrong and cause trouble.  At least this time no one's in danger of dying (unless Nami kills them).  And Zoro is used to going along with stupid-assed plans, resigned to his position as first mate to mitigate damage. 

He's also not gonna say no to a third of a million berries, and he'll get to get back at Nami for being too much in his business.

Honestly, he's kinda surprised the waiter came up with a plan that relies so heavily on fucking over Nami, but Zoro's not about to point that out.

"Alright, let's go through the plan one more time," Sanji says. "Usopp, your job is to patch the rip in the spare sail we've all been putting off.  She'll be pleased to see you're doing it, so when your hands are full and you ask her to go get you some more glue, she'll go get it for you."

For a brief moment, Zoro thinks maybe this whole scheme is a big double cross, intended to trick Usopp into doing the chores no one wants to do. 

"This will bring her down here to storage, where Zoro and I will wait.  We kiss once."  He holds up a single finger.  "When her footsteps reach the bottom of the stairs.  Then pull apart right after she opens the door.  She will have her evidence that the bet is won.  At this point--"  He points at Zoro.

"I say my line," he recites, his arms crossed tightly over his chest.  This is not the stupidest thing he's ever done, but it's close.

"And it is--"

"Get out."

"Good job, Mossball.  And I'll say, 'Don't speak to Nami like that!'"

"Then we fight."

"Exactly.  Win the bet and break up in one single swoop.  We can't have this charade going on any longer than it needs to.  I will defend her honor and you'll say--"

"This was a mistake."

"I am revolted that I touched you.  It must have been a moment of insanity."

"I will throw you off the front of the ship and then run you over."

"Perfect!" Sanji beams.  "Alright, let's win a million berries!"

Zoro and Usopp exchange a look.  Zoro's says, "This is fucking stupid."  Usopp's weird cringe that shows off all his bottom teeth says that he has no desire to do any part of this plan, but he's also very afraid of getting kicked in the chest.

Zoro rolls his eyes.  "Fuck it."

#

Now's the part in the brilliant plan that will supposedly fool Nami (for fuck's sake, this isn't gonna work) when they need to look like they were making out.

Ugh.

Just to be annoying, Zoro shoves at Sanji's jacket to get him to take it off.  Then tries to throw it on the floor when he's successful in getting it off, but the waiter catches it before it hits the ground.  "Hey!  Don't throw it on the floor.  That's a nice jacket!"  He sets it on top of a box so it won't wrinkle or something.

Zoro gives it a long look.

"What?"

"So we stumbled in here, tore off your jacket, and then stopped everything to gently fold it and set it down very carefully?  That's the story you're tell here?"

"Oh, and you think we should rip it in half or something?  You monster." He's going after the knot in his tie with more irritation than is probably good for it.

Zoro takes his seat on a crate chosen to be at optimal height and right in the line of sight of the door.  He shifts his swords around, but suspects they're going to be in the way no matter what. "At least throw it on the floor."

"It's dirty!"

Zoro rolls his eyes so hard his head hits the hull behind him. 

Now Sanji has his tie in his hands and is about to set it down in  tidy pile on top of his jacket before he thinks better of it.  His eyes dart to Zoro, and at his bland look, he tosses it onto a barrel in a way that Zoro guesses is supposed to make it look natural, but is actually overly-purposeful.

Sanji undoes like half the buttons on his shirt, and Zoro scruffs up his hair, and then he suddenly has a lap full of cook.  Before he can be overly-annoyed by this, Sanji's going after his hair, because apparently Zoro didn't do a good enough job making it disheveled on his own.  Zoro gets back at him by ruffling his hair, which gets way more messed up, and then tugging his shirt down one shoulder so it'll show off skin.

Zoro tries to adjust his swords again (hey, guess what, they're in the way) when Sanji tugs up Zoro's shirt by the hem until it's caught under his armpits.

"Stop touching my hair!"  Sanji swats at him and then glares from behind a lot of messed up hair.

Zoro snorts and then tries to use both hands to push it aside.

"I said stop touching it!"

"I'm not kissing you through the hair, dumbass."

"And whose fault is that?"

"All of this is your fault."

"I'll keep your cut then."

"This isn't gonna work."

"It's fine.  Shut up.  You--"

Someone's coming down the stairs.

For a second, they give each other wide-eyed looks, because fuck, they didn't not think any of this through.  And then her steps his the bottom of the stairs, and Sanji has a hand in his hair, yanking him into a kiss, that's brutal and moving and roaring.  Zoro's fist tightens on the dress shirt, pulling it further down his arm, using it to pull him closer.  Sanji's breath from his nose beats hot against his cheek, his hand splaying against Zoro's chest inside his rucked up shirt, his fingers chilly and Zoro's skin erupting in goosebumps. 

Zoro's trying to deal with the tongue in his mouth, making sure he gives back as good as he gets, so he misses the door opening, but he hears the sharp gasp.

When Sanji's head whips around, he looks appropriately shocked and terrorized.  Nami has a hand slapped over her mouth, her face red and her knuckles white where she's still holding the doorknob.

"Get out!" Zoro shouts.

"D--" Sanjis starts, but he doesn't even get the word out before Nami shouts, "Right!" spins on her heel, and slams the door behind her.

They stare at it in silence.

Neither of them breath.

From the other side of the door, Nami shouts, "Congratulations!" and then there's the sound of her running up the stairs.

Sanji's not moving at all.  Zoro thinks he might have died until he released his breath in a horrified, "Fuuuuuuck."

"Fuck," Zoro agrees.  He knew this was a bad idea.

"At least we won a million berries," he says, but then Sanji shifts his weight to cram a knee into his side.

[cassiuspr]

(CONTENT WARNING. I WENT A LITTLE CRAZY. THIS TRANSCRIPT CONTAINS GORE, BLOOD, THE KILLER, EYE TRAUMA, DEATH AND WHATNOT. BE CAREFUL.)

[Video transcript begin.]

[The video begins at chest height in a room, the door is closed, and an unconscious man with 6 arms is in the center. The person whom the device belongs to seems to be bored. After a few minutes, the man in the middle of the room wakes up. Looking around before his eyes land on the person with the device, they widen, and he scrambles backwards.]

?: Hey there! So nice of you to join me!

[Voice identified: Cassius.]

?: Y– you don’t have to do this, y’know! We’re all friends here, right?

[Voice identified: Nicholas.]

C: Hm, yeah, no. I do. And apparently we’re not. 

N: [Nervous laughter.] Whaaaat? Nooooo, we’re friends!

C: Friends don’t push each other down elevator shafts.

N: L– look, I know I’ve done some bad stuff lately, but can we just let it slid–

[Cassius takes a step towards Nicholas. The pure violent hatred is clearly audible in his voice.]

C: Do you know how much of your bullshit I’ve let slide? From the beginning of your employment to now, do you know how many times I’ve let you off easy?

N: I–

C: [As he lists things, he grows more and more angry.] Remember the 17 times you let me die just so you could take full credit for a job? Or maybe the thousands of times you’ve pulled ‘pranks’ on PR members that actively upset them? Remember when you purposefully left Dorian's finger behind so we had to go out of our way to get him a new one? Oh! Maybe you’ll fucking remember this! Laughing as I had to SNAP THALIA’S FUCKING NECK. But no! We’re all friends here, right?

N: Oh, real mature, bringing Thalia int–

C: [Forcefully.] Enough. 

[Nicholas flinches back, Cassius takes another step forward.]

C: You’ve crossed a line today, Nicholas. 

N: S– so? Just snap my n– neck already, man. 

C: Your obliviousness is funny. History lesson time! Do you know what we used to do in France if someone committed high treason?

N: No…? Wh– pretty– pretty egotistical. To consider yourself–

C: Dismemberment, that’s what. Can you see where I’m going with this?

[Nicholas pales, and Cassius finally closes the distance between the two of them. Grabbing Nicholas by one of his 6 arms and yanking on it, one leg braced against his torso, he screams in pain as the arm is ripped off, blood begins to seep from where it had sat.]

C: Oh, you think that was bad! Just wait until I get to your actual fucking limbs.

[Cassius continues to do this, and the screaming only gets louder and more agonized as he does. Within 10 minutes, each metal arm is removed, Nicholas moves his two arms around, seemingly trying to get used to the feeling. Tears flow down his face from the pain of the whole ordeal.]

N: P– please, Cass, I– just– just kill me already! 

[Cassius scoffs at Nicholas’ plea, and just reaches forward and takes hold of his right arm. Nicholas shakes, either from the miserable state he’s in, or from fear. Maybe even both. Cassius begins laughing uncontrollably, and he yanks on Nicholas’ arm once, twice, and then finally three times, it comes out on the third. Nicholas lets out a shriek worthy of a horror movie. Cassius holds the arm out in front of him, and waits until Nicholas opens his eyes again before bringing it to his mouth and seemingly taking a large bite. He discards it, and grabs his left leg next. This time stamping down on his upper leg, and bending the lower part backwards. Nicholas’ voice is hoarse as he screams out again.]

C: Mm… Might have to speed this up a bit…

N: [Quietly.] Please.

[Cassius jerks his arm, snapping Nicholas’ leg, another shout. It sounds as if his voice can’t take much more.]

[He pulls out his phone, a glare on the screen preventing it from being seen. He puts it away.]

C: Yeahhh. As fun as this has been. It’s time to finish this. Ready to die?

[Nicholas shakes his head, as the silhouette of the spider legs appear on the ground. Terror fills his eyes, and Cassius begins to hysterically laugh, it turns into more of a screech, inhuman in nature, as the spider legs dig into Nicholas, aiding in the cutting of the rest of his limbs. Before Nicholas can bleed out, Cassius jams them into his torso, and ever so slowly cuts the man open, spilling organs out onto the now blood covered floor.]

C: Now, final touch!

[Two spider legs make their way to Nicholas’ head, positioning themselves right above his eyes, the man is unable to move away as they stick themselves right into his eye sockets. The dying man now remains still. Cassius makes a small satisfied noise, and reaches up to the camera, turning the transcript off.]

[Transcript end.]

[classicsubliminalbo]

Barbara's Mind Controlled Christmas

Originally published Dec 18, 2013

If there was a naughty list, Barbara was on it. She hadn't received a contract with Victoria's Secret, but she'd walked in the fashion show, done the photoshoots, and shot the commercials. She was one of Victoria's Secret's rising stars, and she loved every minute of it. Posing when the paparazzi was around, breaking up celebrity relationships, seducing wealthy men. Barbara immersed herself into every aspect of the high rolling lifestyle. When she wasn't working for Victoria's Secret or walking some runway in Paris, she was at a club, getting wasted and having hot evenings of anonymous sex. Modeling was, in short, the perfect way to feed Barbara's nymphomania.

"Oh, oh god, Harry! Harry!" Barbara moaned as her lover shoved her against the cold wall of the cramped janitor's closet. Barbara frowned as he pulled out. "Why'd you stop?" "It's Henry," the guy said. "My name, it's Henry." "Just shut up and fuck me!" she cried, pulling Henry closer. "Okay, okay, sorry... Just... Could you be a little quieter? Someone could catch us." "That's what makes it so hot," Barbara playfully whispered into Henry's ear. "Yeah but... You're a model, if you get caught, people idolize you. If I get caught, I get fired. I depend on this job, Barbara." "Listen to me, Hagrid," Barbara said, her voice lowering. "I don't screw a lot of lighting guys, so maybe you don't realize, but this is kind of a big moment for you. I mean, I can have sex with just about anyone I want. So unless you don't want to have undoubtedly the best sex of your life with Barbara fucking Palvin, then I suggest you keep fucking me before I get bored." "God you're so hot," Henry said, continuing. "It's Henry, by the way." "Whatever," Barbara moaned.

Barbara left the closet with her hair a mess and her bra strap slipping down her shoulder. She really didn't care who knew about her sexual exploits, she was actually kind of proud of it. She readjusted her bra and slipped her robe back on, returning to work where she was filming a commercial for Victoria's Secret. She could tell from the looks the other models gave her that they knew what she'd been up to, which just made her feel even hotter. Who else had the balls to fuck Horace the lighting guy in a janitor's closet?

It was late by the time the shoot ended, and Barbara headed to the parking garage to find her car and return to her hotel where she hoped to get some sleep for the busy day ahead of her. In the garage, she was greeted by the familiar face of Doutzen Kroes, who seemed to be inspecting her car. "Hey, Doutzen, um... What are you doing?" Barbara asked. "You drive a Lexus," Doutzen observed. "Yeah... I do... What are you wearing?" Barbara couldn't help but stare at Doutzen, who looked absolutely ridiculous in red Christmas lingerie. "You look like a sexy elf." "It's Christmas, Barbara. My outfit spreads holiday cheer to all of those who have forgotten the spirit of Christmas." "Okay, you're high or something. Just get away from my car so I can get out of here." "I am high on Christmas cheer, Barbara," Doutzen smiled. "My body now belongs to the Christmas spirit. I must spread this feeling so that everyone may enjoy Christmas as well." "Whaaaat the hell is going on?" Barbara asked, pretty certain that Doutzen was on a bad trip. Doutzen didn't reply. She lifted her pointer finger and placed it upon Barbara's forehead. From the tip of Doutzen's finger, Barbara started to feel a strange sensation as her head grew numb. She opened her mouth to protest, but no words came out. Her eyes crossed as her mouth went slack while Doutzen scanned her mind.

"Oh dear..." Doutzen said, removing her finger. "You've been so naughty, Barbara." "Naughty..." Barbara drooled. "You're selfish, you've never done anything for anyone else. You love to indulge in alcoholic beverages and sexual intercourse. You don't even care that it's Christmastime, you just care about pleasure. But giving on Christmas is the greatest pleasure, Barbara." "Pleeasure?" Barbara asked. "Yes, Barbara, pleasure. You like pleasure, don't you?" "I doo..." "I can share the pleasure of the Christmas spirit with you, if you want." "Yesss..."

Doutzen leaned in to kiss Barbara, and though the girl didn't expect this, she found herself kissing Doutzen back. This wasn't the first time that Barbara had kissed a woman, but there was certainly something different about kissing Doutzen. Barbara could feel something moving between them, as Doutzen transferred part of the Christmas spirit into Barbara's body.

Doutzen stepped back to observe her newly converted subject. Barbara's eyes glowed green in the dark parking garage, and a stupid smile was starting to spread on her face. "Are you alright, dear?" Barbara giggled, "I'm okay, Doutzy. I just feel guilty for being so naughty." "It's okay, honey. You can make it up to me by spreading Christmas joy." "Uh, duh! That's like, my only reason for existing." Barbara giggled. "Good! We'll have to get you a cute little Christmas outfit, but then we can get started."

[lost-butterfliies]

Didnt wanna add that to the posts i just rb'ed but i remember getting my first periods and like

I was 10yo i think and i never had sex ed before (which i dont blame on anyone, my period was rather early (am doing a quick google and yeah 10 is a normal age but the average is around 12-13)), and as far as i can say i didnt have much symptoms besides the bleeding (i cannot remember having any & if i did have them i did not link them w the bleeding) so i was like. Mh did i injure myself? Do i have a Problem? Nah lets just Hide It as best i can, i.e. not very well, which was Good cus then my mum noticed and was like oh yeah thats normal i can give you pads :) (i think i wouldve enjoyed some biology at the time to actually explain what was going on but it was my mum, shes bad at sciences and can be old fashioned, she couldnt have explained it and she probably wouldnt have been comfortable doing so (she might be better at it now that she has three or four (just realizing idk if the youngest (11yo) has had her first period yet, i feel like a bad brother now) kids who have/had periods (T stops my period but if i am late for doing my shot it sometimes starts again so thats fun 🙃) (and yeah fun fact my first period was a few years? before my older sister got hers, and i remember her finding bloody underwear of mine and going "whaaaat [alex] did you shit yourself" bc she didnt know about it either i guess and it was extremely awkward ngl :')))))

And like why did child me think her best option was to pretend everything was okay? Esp considering that mysterious blood usually is BAD, like i didnt know it was a normal thing that happens to half the world population, it should have rung the alarm bells of "well maybe there is something very very bad happening and you should ask your parents and go to the doctor*" (*going to the doctor wouldnt have happened cus. Its a fucking period my parents would have explained. But if it had been some other blood incident seeing a doctor wouldve been the right move)

And like idk what my takeaway is with this story. Idk what pushed me to hide it, idk if it was my parents, idk if it was because it seemed intimate (not sure its the best word but whatever), idk if i truly thought it was benign and that it would get better if i ignored it and suffered through it so it wasn't worth pointing out (honestly you can probably psychoanalyze the hell outta me just with this part). All i know is i wish it had been different bc baby me deserved better she deserved love and attention and everything else

[qslovebot]

Rooftop: Peter Maximoff

Summary: AU where you and Peter both go to Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters and you never figured out how much he cared about you until he went out of his way to prove it.

Request: peter maximoff sneaking reader out to go get food or boba late at night and they go hang out on top of a building or something and just pure fluff😌

Pairing: Peter x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Food? Mentions of bad mental health

You weren’t doing so great lately. Schoolwork was piling up, your friends were distant, your parents were too far to visit. It was hard to do things alone, but that’s how things were. Even with a roommate, you were alone- they didn’t spend much time in the room, even during night hours.

So you spent hours in your room just trying to catch up on the homework you had acquired over time but found that with the pile sitting there to intimidate and loom, you lacked the motivation. You could hardly do the work for more than twenty-five minutes, but some nights you pushed yourself just so you’d feel good about something. It never felt like an accomplishment because there was always more. It was torment you put on yourself, you were punishing yourself for your mental health destabilizing a little…

The only person at school who saw what was going on was Peter Maximoff. You were friends... kinda. Closer to acquaintances, but you had some classes together, you waved to each other in the hallways. For you it was mostly nothing. He was attractive but you didn’t even think to pursue anything at all. He was… mostly the same way. Maybe a little worse, falling onto the side of romantic ideals, but that was never his intention. Especially not now.

You lay awake, flat on your back in bed in your room alone. No roommate, she was sleeping elsewhere tonight. You stared at the ceiling, trying to let the orange glow of your lava lamp absorb you into it. It wasn’t working. You knew it was past midnight but you weren’t tired, just in bed. Laying alone and sad and numb.

There was a thud on your window, which of course caused you to jump out of your skin. What the fuck was that? You froze in place, waiting to hear anything else and thud, twice this time. Fuck, fuck, fuck-

You turned, just to peer out the window and there was a hand. Whaaaat the fuck? You climbed down from your bunk and looked down, knowing it was a person. You grabbed one of your roommates’ trophies for whatever sport and held it like a weapon. But you caught a glimpse of their face and hair. His face and hair.

You recognized him as Peter Maximoff. Just that one guy you knew but never actually spoke to. What the hell was he doing knocking on your window this late? What was he doing knocking at all? Trusting him through his courtesy of waving in the halls, you opened your window.

“What the hell are you doing?!” You asked. He just seemed glad to have your attention. He climbed the literal ivy on the wall.

“Help me up?“ Was all he said in reply. You were confused, but that was part of what made you extend your hand down to help this guy into your room at a quarter past midnight. “Hey.”

“Hi?” You answered, watching him climb into your room sheepishly. You were only in your sleepwear, a tank top and pyjama pants, so you folded your arms over your chest the moment you set the trophy weapon back down. Peter Maximoff was in your room… what the hell was happening. “Care to explain why you’re thudding on my window this late?”

“I’ve noticed you haven’t been so hot lately. I was thinking maybe I’d make a gesture to kind of… make you feel better? Its actually not really a gesture it’s more a question… for an action.“ He explained, nodding his head. “And in case you didn’t know, I’m Peter.” He held out his hand. He was in your room past midnight, came in through your window, and here he was, introducing himself to you formally. You almost laughed at the oddity of it all.

You shook his hand, “I know you’re Peter. What do you mean by… I’m not doing too hot right now?”

“Oh, yeah, you know. You look sad in class, you’re quieter, and you don’t really wave in the halls much anymore because you’re looking down.” He rocked on his heels while he explained.

He knew something was wrong. He saw it and… he counted on you waving in the halls… that was oddly sweet. “I- I don’t know what to say…”

“I was just wondering if you wanted to get out of here. Just for a bit, you know?“ He shrugged as he asked and you tilted your head for him to explain further. ”How do you feel about milkshakes?” He was hardly letting you even decide if you wanted to go, but that was okay because you wanted to. You weren’t sleeping anyways.

“Best with fries?” You nodded. Peter grinned and without any warning, you were standing outside of a McDonald’s. Oh right, Peter was fast. He let you go and immediately your ankles gave out from the lack of coordination your body lacked. Body not attached to a head. Peter, of course, reflexes just as fast, reached out to steady you before you hit the ground.

“It’ll pass. Most people are fine after a minute or so.” He assured you, smiling in the light of the large letter m. You looked down, realizing that in Peter’s speeding he’s quite literally put you in one of your sweaters. Not only to keep you warm but because you were in your sleepwear still. That was sweet too… “Y/n? What do you want? You don’t need to come inside, there are people in there and I don’t think you like them very much so you can sit here.” He gave a knowing grin.

“Vanilla?” You answered. How peculliar it was that you agreed so fast and Peter was treating you as an old friend. You grinned, sitting down on the curb whilst he went inside. He cared about you, that was obvious, but… why? Why was he the only one who noticed you deteriorating? Someone who you never spoke to, only knew of… cared for you more than anyone else did at the moment. You grinned and put your face in your hands, just feeling it all. Wow.

“Vanilla,” Peter was back already. ”Hey, you okay?”

”Oh yeah,” you smiled, removing your hands from your face so he knew you weren’t upset or anything. "I'll pay you back."

"Don't worry about it," he replied too casually, swaying. There was a sweet breeze that blew your hair around your face and you took the very cold cup from him when he offered. But then in a second more, he had you elsewhere.

“Fuck!” You breathed, trying to steady yourself from the unexpected speed again. Peter kept his one free hand on your waist, just to steady you. You weren’t super aware of it, but you felt it. It was okay, too, you needed some sort of grounding for a second.

He chuckled as you blinked away the dizziness. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I should have warned you.” His hand left your waist and it was when he backed away from right in front of you that you could see where he’d taken you to.

It was still the city, but higher up. An apartment building, maybe, but it was surprisingly quiet and god, the lights. Milkshake in hand you walked over to the edge slowly, just trying to comprehend everything. The slow rushing sound of traffic in the wind and the glowing squares of thousand different lives. That same soft breeze blowing around you, and you wished you had a camera.

“It’s cool, right?” Peter stood next to you. “It’s loud and quiet at the same time and I think it’s cool how each of the windows holds an entirely different life.” You looked over at him, wondering if he’d developed mind-reading too.

”I would probably never leave if day didn’t exist,” you replied. “You notice so much less in proper lighting when it comes to a city.“

Peter nodded and pointed at you with his straw, “Yeah! At night we can figure out who the cheaters are, who is capable of murder, and who the horniest men are, heading to strip clubs and shit.” Broad subjects but truthfully exactly what you were thinking.

”Precisely,” you ate yours with the plastic spoon provided. “How’d you know to go here?”

”I don’t know, it was just high up so that you could get another viewpoint. Maybe if you were up… you wouldn’t be so down?” He shrugged and you looked back at him and he stared back, dark eyes wide and innocent, but not a creepy stare, a content one, with a smile.

“How come you noticed I was down? Why not just go about your day?” You inquired, taking another bite.

“Probably because I’ve had a crush on you since last semester,” he didn’t even hesitate to say his answer and he continued on with his milkshake as if he’d just said the most casual and acceptable thing to say ever. You were blinking again to try and comprehend…

So he liked you. Like that. And he liked you the way you were currently and that was typically not appealing at all. He saw something was wrong because he saw you as yourself, he saw you not smiling because he wanted you to smile. That would be why he counted on your waves in the hall. It would explain why he cared enough to act on it. He was sweet and when he’d touched you earlier you felt something too, but you didn’t know enough yet.

“Oh shit and it’s okay if you don’t like me back,” he made sure you knew it. ”I think you like me a little so I just have to wait for that to grow.” He shrugged that off too and you laughed a breathy and laugh, covering your face with your hands. He was so sure.

”Why?”

“Why what? Why do I like you or why do I think you like me?” He leaned against the edge, just sipping away.

“Both,” you chuckled.

He grinned a gorgeous, dimpled grin. “You know the answers in class and you’re nice to people and… I think you’re kinda hot, to be honest.“ You grinned with him now. “And if you didn’t like me a little would you have even let me in your room?” He had a point. Oh no.

"Fucking hell," you took a full bite of your milkshake, just to think about that. Peter was obviously trying not to laugh, a few chuckles escaping as you stared into the distance blankly. But then you turned back to him, swallowing hard. "Are you sure you like me?"

He nodded immediately, eyes kind and warm. Your hair blew around your face again softly and you found yourself smiling again. "Yep. That aside, though, are you feeling better at all?"

You were. Someone was not only caring about you, but they liked you. Peter liked you... you would have him. Not fully, not yet, but... you still did. "I do feel better, yes, thank you." He grinned back. "It feels good to have someone to talk to again."

"Glad I could be of service." He nodded.

And from there you spoke until some time around 3 am despite school the next day and despite hardly speaking before, you got along like you'd always known each other. Hardly even two feet apart, laughing, talking, joking until you were tired.

He said goodnight with a knowing smirk at your door and he said, "See you tomorrow," with that everyday wave and you waved back, smiling your own smile with a bit of heat to your cheeks. Then he was gone and you crashed in your bed again, smiling to yourself still. You would see him tomorrow.

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[hajimewhore]

Body Swap 👫 (Iwaizumi Hajime/Reader) ➸Rated T, fem!Reader, 2.7k words  ➷Humor, fluff, angst, awkwardness, pining, swearing, my tendency to write introspective, the usual stuff in here  ➷ Masterlist, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, ✈Part 6, Part 7

“Hajime, let’s walk together without Tooru.”

You hear a voice call out to you the second you step out of the gym. The abrupt call startles you when you register it’s your own voice—it feels a tad cryptic, considering you’re still not used to hearing it unless it’s coming from you. 

Hajime is glancing around, keeping his voice low, clearly wary of any prying ears or casual listeners. 

“Huh? Yeah, alright.”

You jog up to his side, exiting the school grounds with him. A worry creeps in your gut, but you push it aside to hear what he has to say first. No use getting anxious when he hasn’t even said anything yet.

It’s interesting, your strides are much longer than you’re used to, so you have to actively think about matching your pace with Hajime’s currently shorter legs (you hate to call your legs short, but there is an obvious comparison). 

It’s something you never worried about before, considering you were always the one surrounded by long-legged bastards, but it has you thinking that Hajime must’ve always consciously walked in step with you. Even Tooru tended to take long strides (as if he were the main character in an anime, leading the way for the extras). 

You try to quell the metaphorical butterflies that are making themselves at home inside your ribcage, but it’s rapidly replacing the anxiety that was stirring from Hajime’s abrupt request. 

You’re supposed to be serious right now. You can’t be caught up with how sweet and caring Hajime is, even though he doesn’t voice it and generally has an attitude that needs minor adjustment, but you’re constantly reminded every day how his love language is more about acts of service and silent gestures with no intent for acknowledgement and—

“What’s up?”

You say with as much nonchalance as you can muster, it’s best to cut that train of thought off, especially when said train is being directed by Iwaizumi Hajime—not only filling your brain but the space directly next to you. 

You can only assume there’s something pressing he wanted to talk about, maybe practice, judging by his sour expression. Not that he doesn’t always have that expression, but lately he’s been more conscious of the faces he makes in your body. There must be something gnawing at him to let that slip. 

But if you’re being completely honest, you’d rather not think about practice after the shit show of a performance you had earlier. 

“Something…” he pauses, not quite sure how to phrase it, “weird, happened. And I really don’t want to talk about it, but you should know.”

Hajime looks highly agitated, and very uncomfortable. He’s refusing to meet you in the eye, not particularly focused on anything but the air to his right. He’s struggling to find a way to busy his hands, crossed over his chest—nope not that again– shoving them in his track pants pockets, before deciding to whole up in his jacket pockets.

You think about what could possibly make him that level of awkward, but only one thing comes to mind,

“You didn’t start your period, did you?”

“WHA- WHAT? NO, no, fuck,”

Hajime’s eyes blow wide when you unintentionally remind him about the existence of said bodily function. Is that something he’s going to have to worry about? He needs out of this body, stat.

“Good, cause I just ended, so if you started that would’ve been a little worrying.”

You can’t help but laugh at his reaction, and he grimaces, red hue dusting his cheeks, he’s clearly perturbed by the information and realization that was just forced upon him. 

“Good to know. Hopefully we’ll swap before the next... one...”

You roll your eyes, but can’t exactly blame him for his discomfort. As much as you’d like a man to physically endure and comprehend the plight of women, you also hope you’ll be able to switch soon. 

Besides, that's something best cursed upon someone bad mannered, like Tooru. 

It does succeed in reminding you that you and Hajime should put your nose to the grind, if it wasn’t urgent before it’s imperative now that you figure out ways that could possibly switch you back. 

Hajime clears his throat and rubs the back of his neck, snapping you back to his current dilemma, 

“Someone asked you out.”

You blink at the information, that’s what he wanted to talk about? You’ll certainly take that over talking about your shit show of a practice tonight. 

“Whaaaat? Again? Jeeeez, I guess I’m just popular today.”

You stick your tongue out with a giggle, sounding extremely misplaced with his voice. 

Surprisingly, he doesn’t reprimand you for it, and it makes you tick a brow in curiosity. 

“...so uh, did you shoot ‘em down? Finally understanding some of the struggles that women go through, huh?”

You attempt to laugh off the unpleasant aura that’s starting to hang thick in the air.

“Not exactly. I said I’d text him, I wasn’t sure what your answer would be.”

At that, you freeze, turning back to stare at him in shock. 

“What? You actually considered my feelings instead of shoving a boy out of my life?”

You halt your steps to turn and grip Hajime by the shoulders, faux tears threatening to spring up and burst any minute. You gaze at him with all of the awe of a proud mother seeing her child matured and all grown up. 

“Don’t say it like that! And knock that look off my face, before I do it myself,” he sounds as gruff as he can with a feminine tone, “and of course I care about your feelings! The men that like you are just shit.”

He turns his nose up derisively.

Hajime always figured that was the case, at least, that no man was good enough for his best friend, and the ones that liked you wouldn’t know what to do with you. All that ambition, attitude, spark, with a tendency for being too kind and too caring. What could a high school boy who dicks around in the back of the classroom ever put forward in a relationship with you?

But it seems he was a bit misconstrued. While he’s positive he marked those boys right, there may have been a little jealousy at play he was never made aware of until recent events (in other words, the Matsukawa Incident–he’ll refer to said event as such now). 

Hajime unintentionally acted with his own self interest, driving away any boy that made eyes at you, and hid behind his self-proclaimed ‘protective best friend’ title, told himself it was fine, because Oikawa was doing the same—they both knew what was best for their friend. 

As if you couldn’t decide for yourself. 

Hajime clenches jaw, he should’ve known something was off with him the moment he started going along with Oikawa’s antics. 

He doesn’t feel particularly bad or regretful about driving away those glaringly transparent guys, but he does feel a pang of guilt for having done it without your say in the matter.

“Well, thanks, I guess. But who are you talking about anyways, I’m dying to know who’s won Hajime’s stamp of approval.”

You look at him with curiosity brimming from tip to toe, and a deep frown tugs at the corners of his lips, the dread and anxiety he felt before coming back full force. Now that he’s placed the feelings he has for you, it’s demoralizing to see you interested in other men.

“It was Matsukawa,”

Now Matsukawa was different. 

Hajime knew him personally, and considered him a close friend. They often spent free time together, had lunch together. They of course played volleyball together, and judging from that alone Hajime could tell that Matsukawa was a man with talent, passion, and drive. He was good natured, and Hajime is positive he’d treat you with the respect you deserved.

“He was the one that asked you out.”

Your eyes widen at the information, and Hajime feels his shoulders tense. Is that excitement? What will you have to say about that? 

Well, if you like Matsukawa, Hajime will just have to deal with it. 

He easily turned away other boys and suitors, but the fact that it’s Matsukawa changes everything, it’s thrown a fat wrench in his love life (if he can even call your relationship that, he’s starkly aware you’ve always been ‘just friends’, and the Matsukawa Incident isn’t exactly helping any).

Hajime knows Matsukawa can make you happy, there’s no reason to stick his nose into that. 

When you’re out of this body swap situation, Hajime will just have to support you from the sidelines. But even then, as your best friend, he has to be with you every step of the way. 

Your solo time with Hajime will practically become non-existent if you get yourself a boyfriend. No more movie nights with the two of you, passed out on the couch before the halfway point, no more casual dinner dates, no more coming to each other’s houses at ungodly hours because the other person is only seconds away. 

Hajime guesses he could still have all those things, but with the addition of Matsukawa–that thought sits bitter in his mind. And Hajime loves his friend more dearly than he cares to admit, and loves you more than he thought he did, but his heart breaks at the thought of the two of you together. 

“Mattsun?”

His spiraling train of thought is dashed the second you burst out into a boisterous laugh, something Hajime wasn’t expecting. 

“He’s such a flirt. You should’ve just brushed him off!”

Hajime states in his bafflement. Matsukawa, a flirt? He thought that was just in the moment. What are you talking about? You’re talking about the same Matsukawa, right?

“What? I didn’t know if you liked him or not, I couldn’t say no!”

His face heats with a scowl as he attempts to defend himself, Hajime is in disbelief he let that get to him so much.

“Oh no, you didn’t get all awkward did you? Now he’s gonna think I have a crush on him.”

You huff, and Hajime grows more confused by the second. 

“Is that such a bad thing?”

And now he feels the need to defend poor Matsukawa’s honor, though he won’t deny the feeling of relief washing away his anxiety like a massive ocean wake. It’s as if the salt water is mending the dull cracks that started chipping at his heart, your full smile and animated laugh uplifting him.

“Not really, I guess. But he flirts too much, and I always put him in his place! But now that you’ve gone all doe-eyed school girl on him, he’s gonna think his charm or whatever worked.”

You click your tongue, and Hajime bristles, how could he forget about how bad your personality could be? Any time he finds himself in awe over you, it’s always short lived. 

“I did not go ‘school girl’ on him, I was confused the entire time! I didn’t even know he was flirting with me at first!”

He rants, seemingly back to himself, and you bite your laughter at the outburst. 

“I’m sorry you had to experience that, Hajime.”

“One of my best friends and teammates... was flirting with me.”

“Technically, me.”

“I can’t look at him the same way.”

“If you want, I’ll let you go on the date. But when I’m back in my body, I’m cutting that off.”

Hajime sends you a look that sends a chill down your spine, vibrating from the intensity of it. 

“Kidding, Hajime, kidding!”

You put your hands up in defense and Hajime grunts, decidedly not beating your ass, fortunately.

Though, Hajime does feel a swell of happiness at the fact that you don’t seem interested in Matsukawa. 

“I guess I should let you know...” you pause and Hajime hums in acknowledgement, “make sure to turn everyone down for me.”

Hajime blinks at your request, and attempts to not sound so desperate and eager when he speaks, 

“Uh, sure. Everyone? ‘don’t have anyone you like?”

He figures he’s pushing his luck with that one, but he wants to know the answer, even if he’s shooting in the dark. 

“No, not interested in anyone in our classes, or your teammates, for that matter.”

You clarify, and he awkwardly glances away at the pointed comment. 

“Right. I can do that,” he glances to you before continuing, “the same goes for me.”

“You already told me that!”

“You need a reminder. I don’t want a random girlfriend I’m not interested in when I’m back in my body, okay?!”

And the reminder was so good to hear, you’re happy Hajime doesn’t have an interest in anyone, even if that gives you the smallest chance.

“Okayyy, okay!”

You laugh, and he hides the way his lips turn up into a smile.

“Now let’s go to my place, we have to do more research on our situation.”

You walk alongside Hajime, ignoring your buzzing pocket, no doubt Tooru. You can’t exactly have him crashing your research sessions, so you decide to come up with an excuse for later. 

Days in a row you’ve done research with no concise evidence or method of solving your body swap, you’re starting to feel disheartened by the situation, but at least the weekend is starting.

Even if it’s nearly impossible to come up with anything helpful, you’ll be able to research more and not worry about putting up a front at school or with yours and Hajime’s teammates. 

“We don’t even know where to start! This shouldn’t even be possible!”

The research Hajime has also done leads to zero results, of course. And both your frustrations are piled as high as the plushies and extra pillows Hajime threw off your bed.

You flop onto your back, said extra pillows and plushies cushioning your fall. You’re surprised Hajime left some of them on the bed, it seems he had discarded a majority of them. 

You can’t believe it, Mr. Tubbs, the big stuffed cat Tooru gifted you years ago, cast aside, face down on the carpet. 

If you weren’t so frustrated by your research developments (or lack of), you’d be amused that the only plushes with bed privilege were the ones Hajime won for you at fairs, or gifted you in the past. 

“There’s no legitimate research, for obvious reasons, and most of it is just stories or movies.”

Hajime sighs, browsing through tabs on your laptop. 

“Are we just going to have to wait?” You bite your tongue, “Hajime, what if we’re just stuck like this?”

The sharp look Hajime sends you makes you freeze up. 

“Don’t talk like that. We’ll figure something out.”

He says it so resolutely that it makes you believe him, or at least want to believe in him. And you have no shortage of belief in Hajime’s abilities–if he’s confident you’ll get through this, then you will get through this. 

“If you say so, I’ll believe you. Sorry, Hajime.”

He hums at your response, eyeing you carefully as you continue to scroll on your phone through a rabbit’s hole of mysterious threads, and cryptic posts. 

Your phone pings with messages from Tooru, the buzz startling you out of an odd Reddit thread that seemed more like a troll or a work of fiction than anything. 

The message(s) are in all caps, and you swipe them out as they come up rapidly. You’ll have to think of yet another excuse to give him later, but you’re running out of ideas. 

It was suspicious enough as it is that both you and Hajime had a dentist appointment in the same week–Tooru not-so-kindly pointed out that dentist offices were closed after your school’s hours, and it didn’t help that Hajime made the same excuse a day after you.

The both of you were even forced to skip out on your monthly movie night together, and you and Hajime can only claim to be sick for the night so many times.

You don’t intend to, but you wind up forgetting to message Tooru back that night. 

The stress is stacked high, everything feels personally against you, and you’re too overwrought to focus on anything other than yours and Hajime’s body swap, let alone school, and especially volleyball practice. Which, is increasingly making Tooru more insufferable than usual. 

Swiping out of yet another cryptic site, you briefly worry about what viruses that could’ve creeped onto your phone before searching again.  

Mr. Tubbs making an excellent cushion, you roll onto your side as you scroll away.

A/N: I’m excited to say I’ve got the rest of the story mapped out from here, I usually just wing it and have zero follow through lol, but I’m trying my best! 

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Masterlist, Part 7

[tomdiddlyumptious]

Tom Holland x black reader getting caught fucking in his childhood bed and his parents making reader and Tom talk about it in a family meeting 💀💀

Oop-

Summary: que?

Warnings: smut and an awkward situation. Cringy smut of course, yelling ar new borns- LaNgUaGe

T.H| I’m Sorry You Said What?

You and tom rode in the car, bumping to something random on the radio as you both made your way back to his old home. Youve been there before but it was nice to come back after a while.

“Y/n?” “What?” You asked looking at him. “I love you” “ewwwww” you stuck out your tongue, he rolled his eyes and smacked his lips while you giggled.

“Im sorryyyyyy” “no your rude” tom shook his head unbuckling himself. “It was a simple joke! Its not my fault you couldnt take it!” He glared at you “you suck” “you swallow” “you choke” “i- i do” you admit making him laugh “ i wont lie” you shrugged and hopped out the car, closing the door behind you.

You both walked to the door and he held on your waist pressing a kiss to your forehead. He knocked and was met immediately with his father with a bib on. “Whats the bib for?” “Im trying to online teach kids how to eat neatly” “they must be newborns for that-“ you bud in.

“Exactly- its to mad in there” “they dont even know theyre moving how do you expect them to know how to raise a fork” nikki asked making you all laugh as dom shrugged but opened the door more inviting you both in. Tom stepped in after you both and you shared hugs before he pulled you into his room. “Thomas is this your room?” “Yes” “why is there a one direction poster?” “I love Niall Horan” he shrugged and shut the door.

Your eyebrows furrowed at him in confusion “I would take you as more of a zayn fan” “well there goes something new, and I know about your obsession with Harry styles already, do NOT rub it in” he demanded making you giggle, you took off your shoes and laid in his bed, which was comfy, not firm like yours used to be, but as long as you had a roof over your head everything was goddamn fine🙄.

Thomas decided to lay down next to you and you still looked around “I’m supprised you don’t have twilight in here” you giggled “shut up” he chuckled and laid his head in your breast, you played with his hair and tugged it a bit making him let out a small groan “Thomas don’t-“ “you tugged my hair!” “This is your childhood room for heaven sakes” “let’s make more memories then!” He suggested. “You get on my nerves’ you smacked your lips as he reached up to kiss your neck and slowly make his way to your sweet spot. “I want youuuu” he sung.

“But I dontttt” “yes you doooo” “okay maybeeee” “I’m gonna take off your clothessss” “go aheadddd”you moaned a little bit from his nibble on your sweet spot as he trailed his hands down your stomach giving you goosebumps. Your turned your head to meet his lips, “did I ever tell you how amazing you look today?” “No”

“Well-“ he cut himself off, you just love to ruin the mood all the time. “Ay don’t blame me if anything you did because were in your childhood bed right now” “I’m gonna fuck you and that’ll make you be quiet, won’t it?” You just sighed at his words, but letting the blood flow south.

“Actually it won’t, I’d make you scream and let everyone hear- (this is your family for heaven sakes😭)” he mumbled, playing with the hem of your underwear and you let out a low moan. “Yeah i know youd like that, naughty girl (😭😭 i cant)”

He gently rubbed your pearl over your paintes while you unbuckled his pants, palming him through his jeans feeling his hard. He let out a groan and pressed harder on your clit making you whine and buck your hips onto his hands.

“AH” you both jumped and looked at the door seeing it was still shut you sighed in relief. “NO NO WHAT ARE YOU DOING? STOP THE FORK DOESNT GO ALL THE WAY DOWN YOUR THROAT! STOP IT RIGHT NOW- IM TELLING YOUR MOM- WHAT WHAT- DONT CRY PLEASE STOP ILL GET IN SO MUCH TROUBLE”

Tom groaned by the buzzkill of his father, but let out laughs in your neck. “Just make it quick tom” you whispered against his forehead kissing it, he nodded and got up, walking to the door and you stood to, taking off your pants while he made sure it was locked, when he looked back he saw you struggling and tripping over your shoes making him chucke before walking over and making yiu stand straight, right before pinning you to the wall.

He took your hands and yanked them over your head making you clench your legs together. “Open up” he demaned softly, putting his knee in between your legs and opening them before looking at you. “Your so beautiful baby girl” he kissed you, biting your lip. “Dont move your hands? Hear me?”

“But it will start to hurt” you pleaded but he only tsked at you and told you to follow his orders before pulling down his pants and boxers a bit to pull himself out, you both still had clothes on, well you didnt have your jeans on (which is so fuckin unfair) and your shoes but he kept his on.

He took his hands and pressed his chest against your to keep you in place before he lifted your legs around his hips and used a single hand to pull your panties to the side. He spit in the tip of his fingers before runnjng them through your folds “oh- your already soaked” he said before coning cocky “i didnt even do anything yet” “please fuck me already” you begged and he smiled, watching as he slipped himself in, a moan leaving both of your lips.

He started to fill himself in you while you struggled to keep your hands in place. He groaned pumping in you, fucking you against the wall, he hooked his hands under your knees and pushed them closer to the walls to open you up. “Fuck tommy” you gasped, your head leaning back against the wall and he took the chance to lick and suck on your sweet spot, to hot in the moment to remember where he is.

“Fuck y/n your so tight- shit-“ he felt you clench, he started to harder but slow, the sound bouncing off the wall as you swallowed your moans. “Shit- tommy” your back arched off the wall, your arms to tired and heavy so they went around his shoulders and your head in his neck. “You tired baby?“

“UMMMMM” nikki said, both of your heads whipping around. “MOM-“ she slammed the door closed before anything else could happen.

“Dinner is in 15 minutes- uhhhh dont be late. Make sure to clean up” she said leaning up against the door “and please dont ya know-“ she nervously chuckled “finish” “IT WASNT LIKE THAT I SWEAR”

“Thomas it’s obvious” you glared at him, when he pulled out of you a sigh left your lips. “I swear i locked the door” he said putting himself back, watching you as you got yourself together. “Does it really matter now?” He only shrugged in response.

Toms cheeks were scarlet while you tried to get yourself to stop shaking so much. “It cant be that bad, right?” You held onto his arm for strength. “I mean it should all be fine cuz like- they did it to have me!” “Yeahyeahyeah” you nodded, kinda getting confident. “Lets just go” you pulled his arm to the dinning room, meeting a pair of 2 eyes starring at you both.

You all just sat there in silence, all of your movements halt as you made eye contact with nikki and tom made eye contact with his dad. “Dont be shy now, its only dinner” nikki said, placing the plates infront of the seat.

You looked at tom and he did a small nod walking right behind you to sit in the seats right next to each other.

“If you couldnt already tell we are having- erm spaghetti” she smiled trying to ease the tension but it was to thick.

After everyone took a couple bites you sipped the water. “Would you care to explain what happened-“ you choked on the water at doms words, the water shooting out of your nose while everyone looked at you. “I drank it to fast- haha” you faked a laugh, cleaning yourself up with the napkin.

“I didnt know you could do that....” tom said before looking at his dad. “We uhhh had ya know” tom looked away, feeling his ears start to burn up. “Ya know???” Nikki comments.

“You knowwwww like uhmmm” “clearly child” dom said glarring at him. “Who had the idea?” “I think we both know who”

You lifted your arms up in defense “it wasnt me” tom smaced his lips at you and you looked at him shrugging “it wasnt!” “You told me to make it quick!-“

“THOMAS” “whaaaat?! Its true!” “You still started it!”

Nikki and don watched the fued between as you to continued to complain and fight. “You were clearly being to loud thats why we got caught!-“

“Actually i heard thuds against the wall soooo” nikki spaced off as you glarred at him. “Who was making to much noise?” You lifted an eyebrow before he rolled his eyes and turned his chair a bit to not look at you.

“Did you use protection?” Dom asked. “Uhhh no” tom said. “Why not?” Nikki butted in. He only shrugged. “You need to use protection” “no we dont”

Nikki tapped behind her ear “what did you say?” “We will use protection” tom changed his mind. “Aha and how did you get that mark on your neck” nikki turned to you.

“I-uh burned my neck with the curling iron!” “Your hair isnt in curls” you bit your lip at her words “yeah welp i gave up after and dumped my hair in water” dom tried to read toms face and body language “it looks like a bruise, how high was the temperature?” Nikki asked, slightly concerned. “I have no idea”

“Just- why here?” Tom starred at nikki “i dont know i was just caught in the moment~” “dont you only say that when your a virgin doing it-“ “y/n we are supposed to be a team!” “Im just saying!”

“Before you both argue again.....” nikki said stopping the pot from boiling. “I just want to say that i hope your both happy and no longer sexually aroused”

“Nikki!” “What?! I have to say that Dominic!” “No you didnt, but if you dont mind i have to be leaving now, i have to teach the babies how to read” dom stood and took his plate to the kitchen, soon everyone done with their meal as you sat in silence washing dishes with nikki.

“Are you planning on making me a grandma?” She whispered, handing you the wet dish. “No not really” you sighef, drying the dish. “That sucks” “yep”

“But like why not!” “Toms busy with work and all do i dont want him to feel to responsible” “i have to agree on that one, barely wants to wipe his ass” “nikki!” You whisper yelled as she giggled, passing you anothet plate as you put the old one back.

“I know how it feels- dom cant keep his hands off of me” she winked as your eyes widened at her. “What! Im old not dead y/n” “you are not old nikki and plus i dont wanna know that!” “Hey im just letting you know” she shrugged.

“Dad she isnt pregnant and wont be anytime soon” “just bring me the babies! I will teach them how to cook, clean, eat-“ “thats our job dad”

“Well its better then these babies- WHO WONT STOP CHEWING ON THE BOOK-“

“WAAAAAAA”

“OH GOD PLEASE STOP CRYINGGG BLOODY HELL” dom said, snatching the ipad. “But please dont have sex in my house, thomas” dom glared at him while tom aggressively nodded his head.

“S-seth”

“THATS A NO NO WORD- STOP SAYING THAT” dom yelled again, stressing himself out. “WHY ARE YOU EVEN DOING IT IN THE FIRST PLACE?” Nikki yelled from the kitchen, walking infront of you into the livingroom.

“BECAUSE THESE BABIES ARE GONNA BE VERY SMART- IF THEY COULD FECKING LISTON (i did that on purpose)”

“f-fe-“

“Dont you even” he pointed at the new born through the ipad.

“Seth!”

“DOMINIC!”

[nicklightbearer]

Not A Warning, Babe, It’s An Order

yet another whf tickling fic! i just cant get enough of these two. this one is a lot longer and a good bit more.... sweet? cute?

in this; virgil didnt die and also nick and jack are Frens <3

“Ugh!” Nick huffed, balling up yet another failed composition and throwing it towards the trash can- at this point, while most of it at the bottom was empty bottles, it was overflowing with similar papers. Ripped, crushed, and ruined.. None of them were right. He couldn’t get down the mood he wanted, not in the slightest- and though he eyed the pills set in a neat bowl on his desk, he ended up shoving those away too and just pressing his head to his hands.

This wasn’t working. He couldn’t feel it, that groove that would inspire him to write a million words all in one night- that focus, that drive.. It eluded him.

From the open window, a cold chill. He’d left it open on purpose, of course- tonight, of all nights, he’d actually hoped that Jack would show up- but so far, nothing. Perhaps he wasn’t listening. 

Perhaps he was off indulging in his own hobby. A thought that would’ve once made Nick shudder just made him snort now, and he stood up to grab his guitar.

Maybe this time, he could interrupt the magician’s work instead.

Making his way over to the window, he gave the guitar a few plucks- out of tune, dammit- but with his keen ear for such things, he twisted the pegs just so until the guitar sang as beautifully as ever. He pushed open the door to the balcony, giving a few strums, before settling on a chair outside and kicking his feet up on the railing.

Yes, this would do nicely. 

Jack.. Wasn’t actually hunting, not tonight. He hadn’t been, as of late- sneaking off to Nick’s room to get a bit of company now and again, coupled with ‘terrorizing’ the poor man, well.. It’d been doing just fine. 

At the moment, he was actually perched on the windowsill of some random citizen- he hadn’t bothered checking who, it didn’t matter- and peering into the window to a bedroom across the way. This house was his target- a doctor lived there with his wife, and it seemed that this particular fellow had taken a vested interest in the bobby’s investigation of the ‘escape’ of Foggy Jack.

Irritating, to say the least. Those doctors gave him the heebie-jeebies. 

He’d been there for.. Oh, three hours? It was about three hours when he finally noticed something to break the monotony- hell, the doctor hadn’t even come home yet, all he’d seen was the wife folding laundry and watching the late-night run of Uncle Jack’s show- and it was.. Well, at first he thought he was hallucinating. It wasn’t the first time.

But as the song trailed off, he noted that it was different from recordings. It was as if Nick was playing his guitar right out into the open night air, something like a ballad version of When You’re Gone. 

Surely Nick wasn’t playing outside at this hour. Though he tried to ignore it- probably just some other musician practicing- it kept going.. And his curiosity got the better of him.

Sighing, he slid down from the window, dissolving into his usual mist before even touching the ground. 

If it was Nick, he’d be rather cross. At the same time, it was definitely a first for him to be doing something like this, and he wondered to what end it was.

When Nick noticed the fog rolling up the streets, converging into a larger cloud as it got closer to his house, he smiled grimly. It had worked- and he wasn’t actually sure how Jack would react to such a summons, as odd as it was. But he needed help- and of all the times Jack had offered, well, he surely wouldn’t be that put off.

He closed his eyes, now crooning the words to his song softly as he felt the fog push up towards his balcony. 

“When you’re gone… Baby, it’s a long way home.” He could feel a presence behind him now, but he didn’t bother stopping his playing. It was near the end, anyway.

“Baby, it’s a long way home.”

He felt a hand on his shoulder as he finished the tune, and lolled his head back to open his eyes and grin up at Jack. The magician was quiet- looked rather neutral, but curiosity glinted in his eyes.

“A wonderful performance as always.” “Why, thank you.” “But I must ask.. It’s nearly midnight, most of the good folk have gone to bed or out to their activities of the night. Why haven’t you?” “I’m glad you asked!” Nick beamed, swinging his legs down and standing up as he grabbed Jack’s arm and dragged him inside- not that there was much resistance. 

“I have to write a new song. And I’m having a lot of trouble!” “You sound delighted about that.” Nick huffed, setting his guitar down and turning to cross his arms with an irritated frown. Jack merely tilted his head, still not entirely sure where he came into play.

“Well! You’ve helped me before.” “Ah, so it’s like that?”

The way the word was murmured shot a shiver up his spine, and Nick held his hands out placatingly as a cruel smile spread across the magician’s face.

“No! No, it’s not, you big bully. Godsakes.” “Well, do explain.” Nick sighed, stepping over to his bed and flopping to sit on the edge- and, when Jack didn’t move, he patted the spot next to him. There was a brief hesitation before he settled down, hands resting on his lap as he watched Nick almost warily.

“I need a favor.” “A favor.” “Yes. I know you get all excited about- about making me laugh, but I hardly ever get to see you laugh. And I think it would make for a great inspiration if you’d let me have my own fun, for once.” Jack’s face reddened considerably, even if Nick could only peek at the spaces around the edges. He shifted, bringing a knee up onto the bed so that he was facing the magician and leaned forward while clasping his hands together earnestly.

“Please! It’d be a big help, really.” “I..” “And you can- you can have your fun later, once I’m done. Okay?” Jack raised an eyebrow. “No strings attached?” “Well- I mean- oh, don’t be mean. You know what I meant.” “Mmh. I suppose if it’s such a big help..” He sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose for a moment before nodding in agreement. Nick clapped once, already excited. “Perfect! Okay, perfect. Here, you lay down, let me get my pad.” Jack may well have just up and died, with how heavily his blush was- but he complied, laying back on the bed awkwardly before covering his face and exhaling. Nick had scampered over to his desk and ripped the last page off again, completely trashing his original ideas and bringing over the blank paper and pencil to set on his nightstand.

“.. It’s not going to be very comfortable there. Here, up you go.” As he was pulled into a more comfortable position- laying so that he was propped up on pillows instead of flat on the mattress- he was silent. Nick paused for a moment before scrambling to sit on his legs, suddenly rather aware of how awkward the situation could become if he didn’t pull this off perfectly.

“.. And the mask?” “Oh no. Not taking it off.” “Jacky…” The magician peeked through his fingers, watching how Nick’s face fell and his eyes shined. Ooh, he was getting good at those puppy eyes.

He deflated, hooking his fingers around the edges and wiggling it off carefully. The night air felt cold on his exposed skin- especially with how fiery it was from the flustered state he was in.

“There. Happy?” “Absolutely!” Nick’s smile was back, and he laced his fingers together, stretching them a bit before wiggling them a few times- Jack had to bite back a giggle of anticipation- to get warmed up. 

“Alright. Don’t cover your face again, okay? I need to see you smile!” “God.” As his palms pressed to the magician’s sides, he yelped at the immediate slam of arms that nearly locked him in place.

“Woah there, Jackaboy- hey, you’ve only gone and trapped me!” “Well- I can’t- aha!”

His fingers curled slightly, and even with his jacket to protect him, the magician had to lock his jaw to keep the tingles that spread across his torso from affecting him too much.

“Come on, you silly boy.. Lift your arms up.” “I can’t if you- if you keep- doing that!” “Doing whaaaat?” The teasing! The tone! He hated it- but as skilled fingers began kneading at his sides, he couldn’t voice any of that. He pressed his arms down a bit harder, jerking as Nick’s hands slid down to squeeze his hips experimentally.

“Gosh, you’re such a baby about it. With all your big talk about how sensitive I am, I thought you wouldn’t be half so bad..” Nick tsked, pulling back for a moment before pushing his hands underneath the jacket and clawing at his stomach. Jack nearly had a heart attack right there, hands flying up to his mouth to stifle the sudden squeak as he squirmed.

“But that’s not right at all! You’re just as ticklish as me, aren’t you? God, what a hoot.” This was it. This was his funeral. 

“Imagine if the constables caught wind. Foggy Jack, menace to society- and all you have to do to reduce him to a pile of fluff and giggles is a little tickling.” “Fuck ohohoff!” “Ooh, swears. So scary.” Nick was careful as he pulled one hand out to start undoing buttons- the jacket was soon pushed aside, and he grinned as he ducked his head down. One hand locked on each side, squeezing over and over as his face pressed against the magician’s stomach- and though he didn’t yet do much other than that, the hot breath he could feel through his shirt made Jack buck up in an attempt to throw him off.

“Hold still! Squirmy wormy, squirmy Jacky, my gosh!” “Faha- Fuhuck you-” “Oh, quit the swearing. I’m not going to stop.” His hands drifted up, nails easily drilling against ribs and finally coaxing out a howl of laughter as Jack threw his head back against the pillows. Accompanying this was an even more infuriating sound- a soft ‘oooomnomnomnom’ as he nibbled at Jack’s shirt- and the slight biting feeling only earned more laughter that had now reached a much higher pitch than he’d ever admit.

“Jeez, no wonder Virge likes this snack..” Though he heard the words, he had no time to process them- not now that Nick had deftly undone his dress shirt and buried his face against him, blowing a raspberry square in the middle of his stomach. “NooOOHOHO- AHAHA- NIHIHIHIIIIHIHICK!! NOT THE- THEEHEE-” “Oooooh, yes! That’s perfect, Jacky.” Though he had started pushing at Nick’s shoulders, the musician merely chuckled and pushed his hands up- and from how he started kneading his fingers into Jack’s underarms, the shocks it sent up his arms drained his strength almost completely.

“Tickle-tickle-tickle… Oh, this is rich. No wonder you like doing this.” “Nihihick- plehease-” “Pleeease what? You volunteered.” “Noho! I didn’t- ahAHAHA!” Another raspberry. If he’d been able to form a coherent thought, he’d be thinking about how awful that mustache of Nick’s was for such an endeavor- the way it brushed against his stomach sent shivers across his body and left him breathless from the laughter.

Nick hummed a little as he looked up, reveling in the fruits of his labor for a moment and relishing in the squeals of laughter that now poured from Jack’s smiling mouth. It really was inspiring- the way he thrashed about and laughed as though he were witness to the funniest joke on the planet.. One that Nick had…

That was it!

Nick rolled off of him abruptly, seizing the pad and pencil from where he’d landed on the floor. Jack was still giggling softly, gasping for breath as he opened his eyes and blinked- a disappearing act from Lightbearer was.. Definitely unexpected.

But he heard humming beside the bed, and after fixing his shirt, he peered over the edge to see the musician scribbling on his pad of paper, occasionally pausing to tap the eraser to get a beat before resuming.

He was only the slightest bit disappointed. As he made to sit up, though, Nick looked up- then huffed, standing once again and pushing him back down.

“Oh no, I’m not done with you yet, mister. This is a full song, not just one verse!” Shit. “Now, Nick- really, it can’t be that hard to-” “It is! Now hold still. Wait- I’ve an idea.”

He got on his knees, gesturing for a moment before finding his words.

“Roll onto your stomach. Hug a pillow if that helps.” He complied, and though many spots were now protected by the bed, he had a funny feeling he was going to hate whatever was happening- of course, this was only strengthened when Nick turned his back and settled to sit on his knees. He maneuvered in such a way that he could sit criss-cross, pulling Jack’s feet through his legs and yanking his shoes off with ease.

Oh no.

“Nick- come on, this is getting ridiculous..” “Not a peep! I don’t want any protest, I’ve got to focus!”

Nick hummed the part he was thinking of as Jack buried his face in a pillow- before, of course, using the eraser end of his pencil to poke rapidly at the magician’s feet. The steady stream of giggles he earned was muffled into a pillow- but it seemed like enough, and he started writing again for a moment before repeating his actions. Jack balled up a fist and slammed it against the bed a few times, his legs screaming that he kick but wholly unable to due to their position.

“Nihihick- come on, aren’t you done yet?” “Don’t be impatient! Hey, you ought to be flattered-” He paused, now poking between each foot with every word and relishing in the flurry of flustered snickers he earned-

“You’re~my~muse~for~this~song! Isn’t that exciting?” “Ihi- eheheh- I suppose…” “Hey, if this works, maybe we can try more often! God knows with that album I’m supposed to have coming up…”

A thrill shot up through his stomach, and Jack grasped at the pillow he was strangling to the point where he was certain it would rip. “I didn’t agreehee to ahahany such thing!!” “But you would! Or..” Nick swung around, now facing him properly and giving him a brief break-

“I can convince you~.” Jack’s eyes widened and he opened his mouth to protest- only to have a sudden wave of giggles come out instead, as Nick slipped his hands under his jacket and shirt to flutter his nails up and down the magician’s back and sides.

“Nohoho- you’re awful! Ahahawful!” “Oh, you love me.” “I hahahate ihihihihit!” Nick laughed along with him for a moment before landing a final pinch on one side and grabbing his notes again. Jack grumbled into his pillow, taking deep breaths to try and calm down. Of all the things Nick could’ve asked him to do…

But soon, they’d both gone quiet, and the scratching of pencil to paper began to slow- more pauses, more tapping, slight grumbling. Jack risked a peek over his shoulder, noting the irritated expression that Nick had.

“.. Something wrong?” “Well.. This next part. It’s less.. I need that giddy feeling. And it’s not coming.” Jack squirmed his way back onto his back and sat up, pulling his legs out from under Nick- with the lack of protest he must be pretty focused.

“That giddy feeling?” “Yeah. Like- when you take Joy for the first time in… No, that’s not quite it.” He hummed again, tapping the pencil on paper before groaning and shaking his head.

“Smilin’ like a little child, in a candy store.. Like that. Sort of.” Jack was content to watch, the look of focus combined with aggravation endlessly fascinating- and when the expression popped to a surprised look, his eyes widened. Surely not again…

“I’ve got it! I know.” And he tossed the pad onto the nightstand again before turning to Jack- this time, he was determined. Jack winced, a smile already tugging at his lips- but he was taken aback when Nick instead raised his arms above his head. “Tickle me!” “.. What?” “Well, it would work! It has before. That giddy feeling- you’re pretty good at getting it when you want.”

A more menacing smile now found its way onto his face, though a fairly endeared one. Of course, this was much more his speed… 

Though Nick had seemed determined at first, that quickly melted into nervous giggles as Jack’s hands pushed under his shirt, nails already scratching steadily at his sides. His arms swayed, wanting to come down from where he held them but staying up.. For now.

“Well, I must say, I greatly prefer this to your horrible torture. We should’ve started here, instead.” “Ghhheheh- thahat’s not- how it works!” “Well, it should be.” He chuckled quietly, slowly making his way up Nick’s torso and almost admiring his dedication- even when his ribs were the target of light squeezes, he kept up, though he’d folded at his elbows to clasp his hands behind his head as he trembled. 

“You- ha!- fucking, you’re a buhuhuhullyheehee…” “Isn’t that what you asked for? Please, Mr. Lightbearer, do clarify. You wanted me to tickle you, so I am- what’s the problem?” “Ghhhhheheheh…” Jack paused for a moment, hands resting on his ribs, before abruptly pushing up and drilling into his underarms. Nick yelped before squealing out more laughter, arms falling back down and locking as he covered his face. Judging by how he swayed, he’d probably fall if he wasn’t careful- so Jack carefully guided him to lay down, keeping at his torment the entire time.

“Go on, uncover your face- I’ve barely even picked up the pace…”

Nick jolted, then gasped through his laughter and finally pushed at Jack’s hands.

“Thahat’s- stooohohop, I neeheed to write!” “Aww.. Do I have to?” Jack pouted, but finally let go when Nick squeezed his arms down again.

“Yehehehehes!! Jack!” “Oh, fine.” He paused. “You actually have trapped my hands, though. Ease up.” Nick took a few deep breaths, slowly releasing his arms- squeaking at a final squeeze from Jack before he was released properly. Grabbing his notepad, he shook his hands out to try and get rid of the shakiness before bringing his knees up so he could write again.

“Cover your face… Hm- hmhmmmm.. Mmh, mmhmmmmm…” Jack tilted his head, trying to peek at the writing and huffing when he was swatted away. “I’m not done! No looking.” “Are you using my words?” “No- well, sort of. You’ll see.” He kept humming a few times before shifting so that his back was to Jack.

“.. Hey, do it again. But not so fast. I’m trying to nail the chorus.” “Do what?” “What do you think, you bully?” Jack snorted, settling on tracing his nails up and down Nick’s back- enough to earn a few snickers, and keep him content as he wrote. “What an effort, for a single song.” “You have no idea.” “Mmh, I think I have some. I’ve watched you write the whole thing.” “Yeah, well.. Shhh.” More humming- and quite a few giggles later- he finally set the pad down and pushed Jack’s hands away.

“Okay. That’s the first draft.” “Draft, are you serious?” “Well, I have to make sure it’s perfect!” Nick stretched, though he kept an eye on Jack- of course, the bastard’s hands twitched towards him, but he held himself back well enough. “It’s late. The best thing for me is to sleep on it. That’s why I write so late, so that I wake up with a little inspiration left over.” “Mmh, I see.” He faceplanted on the bed, reaching up to work off his wig; it was a mess, anyways, so it didn’t matter if he just threw it on the floor for later. Jack simply sat where he was, unsure if he was now overstaying his welcome.

“.. Lay down. Dork. You’re probably just as exhausted as me. It’s fine.” Though he hesitated for a long moment, he eventually settled next to Nick- the blush was back in full, but Nick didn’t seem to care. He slung an arm over the magician’s waist, already drifting off himself. Jack sighed softly, now not holding back the urge to gently comb his fingers through Nick’s hair.

“.. Good night, Nick.” “Mmnh, nighty night. Don’t run off.” It was the last request he had- and though he had other places to be, things to do.. Jack smiled fondly at the musician that now snored next to him. He was perfectly happy to wait.

[mayraki]

                             CHAPTER SIX

“obx summer movie night”

CHAPTER FIVE

SERIES MASTERLIST

MY MASTERLIST 

summary: Max Belinsky and JJ Maybank are the two troublemakers of Outer Banks. Going to parties, getting into trouble, having an attitude and being the two people you don’t mess with are the perfect ways to describe them. What would happen when the two people who seem to have trouble follow them around meet? One thing is fore sure, they didn’t expect this outcome.

“Finally, finally, finally!” Max yelled once she was inside her house after finishing her community service hours. She let her body fall into the couch and she closed her eyes, enjoying her first moment of silence of the day. But that lovely moment was interrupted by Fred walking quickly to the kitchen.

“Cody! I told you to do the dishes yesterday!”

“I was about to do them!” Cody screamed from his room.

“Ah, how coincidental, I told you and you were about to do them while you are reading an old comic book, c’mon!”

Max covered her face frustrated and let out a big sigh trying to ignore all the screaming, but when Cody walked into the living room she moved her hand from her face and looked at her little brother.

“See?!” He pointed at himself when Fred walked into the living room. “I’m here, I’m going to do them right now.”

“Max, don’t be so lazy and help your brother.” Fred pushed Max’s legs out of the couch and she opened her mouth offended.

“Lazy?!” She quickly sat down. “I’ve been working and doing community service all day! What are you talking about?”

“Community service is on you, so don’t complain. Besides, I heard you come home so late yesterday, where were you?” Max furrowed her eyebrows confused. She remember vividly that she climbed her window, and didn’t go throw the front door. Fred noticed and lifted and eyebrow. “Really? You think I don’t notice when you leave from your window? That used to be my room, I know every single little noise that window makes.”

“Wow... Fred, did you sneak out when you were my age? Who could have seen it coming? Because, not me!” Fred pushed Max into the couch and her back hit the back of the couch while she let out a loud laugh. “Fred Belinsky; the wild child!” Max yelled and then made crowd noises.

“Stop it, Max!” Fred said but a little laugh escaped his mouth.

“Here we have: the life of the party! The boy that every parent is afraid their daughters will take home! The bad boy! Fred Belinsky!” Max walked closer to Fred and started to clap while still making crowd noises with her mouth. Cody appeared on the kitchen and joined her, clapping even faster and making girly noises.

“Is that Fred Belinsky? Oh. My. God.” Cody said with a high pitch voice. Fred was trying to not let a big smile escape his mouth while his two little siblings were moving and clapping around him.

“Stop it with the games, guys!” He tried to sound serious but he couldn’t help it, a big smile appeared on his face.

“Oh, his smiling! My heart can’t take it!” Max said while touching her chest and falling to the floor pretending to faint. Cody did the same and fell into the floor, next to Max, while his tongue was sticking out from his mouth.

“Are you two done?” Fred said and Max opened her eyes. “I need you to take the car to the workshop.”

“Damn, taugh audience.” She said and then sat down on the floor. “Why?”

“It’s doing a weird noise, I don’t know, just to check it. We can’t afford to be out a personal transport.” Max nodded and then turned to Cody who got up from the floor.

“Well, if you two don’t need me anymore, a comic book is waiting for me to read it. Oh, and tomorrow I’m going out.” He said before starting to walk to his room.

“Out?” Fred and Max asked simultaneously.

“Yes, out.”

In that moment, the memory of Cody and that girl appeared on Max’s mind.

“Wait, young man.” Max got up from the floor and grabbed Cody by his arm to stop him from walking. “With who? what are you doing? when are you coming home? with who?” She asked quickly.

“You asked with who two times.” Cody said with an eyebrow lifted.

“Did I? I didn't notice, so? Tell me, with who?” The words were coming so fast of her mouth that Fred walked to her side and looked at her confused, as well as her little brother.

“You never cared with who I’m going out.” Cody asked confused.

“Whaaaat?” Max said with a high pitch voice. “That’s not true.”

Cody rolled his eyes. “Whatever. I’m going to the Outer Banks summer movies at the park.” He turned around and Max furrowed her eyebrows confused.

“You hate that, you hate being around big crowds.”

“No, I don’t.” Cody was already on his room but he could be hear perfectly since it was not far from where Max and Fred were standing.

“Yes, you do. I always wanted to take you there and you always said no.” Fred said and Max nodded, being the only two Belinsky siblings who loved going to that event.

“Because I didn’t want to go with you two..” Cody said before closing his bedroom door. Max and Fred opened their mouths offended and they turned to each other.

“What? I’m so fun!” Max said.

Fred nodded and then crossed his arms around his chest. “We are! I don’t know what he’s talking about.”

“Weeeeell...” Max said with that high pitch voice again.

“What?” Fred asked.

“Nothing.” Max said quickly. “We have something else to worry about, it’s happening, our little brother is going on a date.”

“What? Cody?” Fred asked confused.

“Do we have another little brother that I don’t know about?” Max said and Fred rolled his eyes. “Yes Cody dumbass! I saw him a couple of days ago with a girl, it looked like they were in date.”

“Cody?” Max nodded. “Our Cody? The one that doesn’t like hugs? CODY?”

“Are fucking drunk Fred?! Yes! And I have to know who is this girl.”

“Max, stay out of our little brother’s business.”

“Oh, like you stay out of my business and never ask me where I’ve been? Sure! I’ll do that.” Max said sarcastically before leaving the room with a plan already forming on her head.

“Are you sure you can’t come with me tonight?” Max asked on her phone while talking to Sam.

“Yes, my boss is making me work extra hours and I really need the money, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be, I get it. Damn! Now what?” Max turned her head to the window of her parked car and looked at Luke’s Maybank workshop.

“What are you doing anyway?”

“I think Cody is having a date tonight.”

“Whaaaat? Cody Belinksy?”

“Yes! And I plan to go and make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid.”

“Yeah, if he’s like you, fourteen is when everythi-”

“We agreed to never talk about it, Samantha.” Max said quickly and Sam let out a loud laugh.

“Oooh, those were wild times. Alright, I gotta go. See you tomorrow, and good luck!”

“Bye..” Max ended the call and let her head rest on top of the back of her seat. A loud noise of a car starting made Max look up and that’s when JJ appeared on her sight. He had no shirt on and his hands were all black for working on a bike engine. His blonde hair was messy as ever and Max could see his sweaty forehead. He looked extremely hot, and Max hated when she thought that.

Max drove to the workshop and parked it on the side of the road, she got out of the car and walked closer to where JJ was. He looked up and huge smile appeared on his face once he locked eyes with Max.

“What’s up princess? One day without me and you already miss me?”

“Yes, I was so sad that I didn’t have to go to community service that I took the longest and most beautiful nap ever, so sad.”

“Glad you’re honest with me.” JJ pretended to not catch Max’s sarcasm and just said with a smile. Max was about to say something when a tall man walked to her car she turned around to look at Luke Maybank. She had seen him around, with his serious face and his not so lovely manners. Max had trouble connecting his son with Luke Maybank, JJ was so extrovert and so fun to be around, while his father was the guy you would feel intimidated and frightened to be around him. But, luckily, Max wasn’t easily intimidated, that was her whole attitude. But JJ, on the other hand, once his father walked to Max’s car, he looked down and started to organise some tools he had on a table. He shoulders were tensed and he was biting his lower lip uncomfortably. Max had never seen JJ like that, the guy that would always flirt and annoy her, wasn’t the guy that was standing in front of her.

“You’re a Belinsky?” Luke asked and Max nodded.

“Max.” She said dryly.

“Max?” He asked confused. “Are you friends with my son?”

Max didn’t understand why he was asking that, so she just slowly nodded. “Yeah... we hang out sometimes. Why?”

“He mentions you sometimes when he hangs out with his friends at my place. You know, that’s the only thing he does, hang out with those... he’s a good for nothing.” Max stood there shook at Luke’s words. She couldn’t understand how a father would talk about their son like that. Max turned her head and locked eyes with JJ, his face was facing down but is eyes were lock on you and his dad, like he was watching their every move carefully. “Come back at noon, your car is going to be ready by then.” He said without looking at her and throwing the ticket to her wich Max easily cought. She went back to JJ while he was watching his dad walk away, but then he came back to her and gave her a little smile. She did the same the turned around, making her way to the streets with a lot of questions on her mind.

Max was starting to get angry. Her state of shook passed after she played Luke’s words over and over again on her mind.

How could someone speak about their son like that? JJ is not a good for nothing! He is one of the best surfers is know! I would never admit it, but he is! Not so life changing skill, but he’s also a good blunt roller! That takes practice! And, to be honest, he’s an awesome friend, it didn’t matter that I know him only for the couple of weeks, but you could see that even from a far! Jesus!

Max didn’t understand why she was thinking so much about it, all she knew is that she was angry, and that’s not good. Sometimes, when she’s angry or annoyed, she can’t control the words that come out of her mouth. That’s why she would get a lot of detention in school, her incontrolable mouth.

She watched her phone to see the time and it was marking ‘12:15’ when she was quickly walking towards the workshop. She noticed JJ standing next to her white Jeep and Luke Maybank talking to another client.

“Is it done?” She asked once she arrived at the workshop. JJ looked up and a little smirk appeared on his face. He nodded. “Alright, we’re do I pay?”

“Cash?” Luke appeared next to Max and she turned her head to him.

“Yes.” She said dryly.

“What was it?” He asked to JJ.

“A tap was broken and it was starting to get lose, I changed it.” JJ said serious.

“Wait, did you fixed it?” Max asked pretended to be confused. JJ nodded and a little smile appeared on her face. She slowly turned to Luke while giving him an approval nod. “I guess he’s not a good for nothing after all, huh?” JJ’s eyes went wide open and Luke stood there without knowing what to say, but Max knew that he was starting to get angry, and deep down, Max liked that.

She gave him the money and once he walked away, a little proud smile appeared on her face.

“What was that?” JJ asked after getting closer to her. He seemed angry but worried at the same time.

“What was what?”

“That good for nothing thing?”

“He called you that when I left my car, and I just said that you’re not, what’s the big deal man?”

“Just...” JJ let out a big sighed and then continued more calmly. “I don’t need you to defend you with my dad, just don’t.”

“I guess that’s what friends do, defend each other.” Max said remembering the night at the party.

“This is different.” JJ shook his head. Max slowly nodded. “I just don’t want you to get...” JJ said but then stopped, looking around.

“You don’t want me to get what?” Max asked quickly.

“Just forget it, alright?” He asked and Max nodded confused. She understood that parents business are delicate and sometimes you don’t want to talk about, Max knew that perfectly. She knew that a lot of the times you just need to escape and not think about it, that’s when it hit her.

“Hey, are you free tonight?” She asked and a smirk appeared on JJ’s face.

“Are you inviting me on a date, Belinsky?” He asked pretending to be surprised.

Max pointed at JJ and then nodded. “There’s the JJ I know. No. I have something for us if you’re up for it, it envolves is being sneaky and if we’re not careful, we might get in trouble.”

“Princess, those are the perfect words to get me interested. What is it?”

“Tell me again why can’t we just sit down and be like two normal people watching the movie?” JJ said while Max and him were standing behind a tree.

“Because my bother won’t like the idea of me here and he will just leave.” Max said while popping her head trough the tree and looking for Cody.

“I still think this is stupid.”

“Hey! You have siblings?” Max asked after turning her head to JJ. He shook his head and Max nodded. “Yeah, then no opinion!”

“Alright! If you don’t mind, I’m going to sit down because my feet hurt like shit.” JJ said and proceeded to sit down next to the tree.

“There he is!” Max whispered and pointed at the crowd. Cody was walking with some popcorn on his hand while a girl was behind him. Max noticed that he let the girl choose where to sit and once she decided, he sat down next to her with their shoulders touching. “They’re definitely on a date!” JJ grabbed Max’s hand before pulling her down, making her go to the floor and sit down next to him. She opened her mouth surprised and then punched him in the arm. “Do that again and I’ll kill you!”

“First of all, ouch!” JJ grabbed his arm. “Second, I thought this idea was to be sneaky and you’re up there on everyone’s sight. I was just helping you.” He said but a little laugh escaped his mouth.

“Sure.” Max said sarcastically and then went back to where his brothers and the girl were. “I don’t know who she is. She’s definitely not from his group of friends.”

“She looks like a Kook.” JJ said.

“What? I don’t think my bro- you know what? Maybe now that I think about it.”

Music started playing from the big screen letting everyone know that the movie was starting. JJ let his back rest of the tree and Max turned to him. “Are you actually going to watch the movie?”

“Yes! We didn’t come here for nothing.”

“Nothing?! We’re here to make sure my brother doesn’t do anything stupid.”

“He’s an innocent little kid, what’s he gonna do? C’mon, relax princess! And enjoy the moment..” JJ said and was about to let his arm go around Max’s shoulders when she said quickly;

“Don’t do that unless you want to get punch again.”

“You know what?” JJ said while slowly moving his arm away from Max. “I like my arm, and I’ll keep my hands to myself.” JJ said and Max just nodded, satisfied with herself.

Max HATED to admit it, but JJ was right. Nothing was happening between Cody and the girl. No more than whispering to each other about the movie and letting out little laughs, like two new teenagers on their first date.

The movie was about to end so Max knew that it was time to go. So she grabbed JJ’s arm and pulled him up, he looked at her confused and then pointed at the movie.

“It’s about to finish!” He whispered.

“She takes the job and he goes to the airport to stop her. She then does the most stupid thing ever, refuses the job and settles with the guy on New York.” Max said quickly while walking away from the crowd.

“What?! Way to spoil the ending!”

“It’s a romantic movie, either one of them dies or they end up together.” Max said annoyed and JJ rolled his eyes.

“You’re so romantic it kills me.” He said sarcastically.

“C’mon, we’re almost on the street were they can’t see us..” Max said but when she took a step forward two tall guys walked in front of her. The Harriet twins were looking at JJ and Max with their arms across their chests. “What’s up dudes?” Max said calmly while the memories of that night at the Golf Club with JJ were coming back to her mind.

“What’s that James? What did the police told us? Two teenagers were the ones that trashed our stuff at the Golf Club?” One of them said. JJ and Max looked at each other pretending to be surprise.

“I’m so sorry to hear that, dude.”

“Yeah, but we gotta go, hope you’ll fine them tho!” Max said while grabbing JJ’s hand with the intention to walk away, but the twins got closer to them.

“Hey men, step the fuck away.” JJ said getting tired of the two tall guys in front of them.

“C’mon, don’t you think it’s a coincidence that the day before we talked to your Pogue friend and then we found our golf stuff broken and painted.” One of the Harriets said while getting closer to Max.

“That’s a great deduction my friend! You should be a detective!” JJ said.

“Yeah! Too bad you have no proof on us, because we didn’t do it. So, drop your bullshit so we can go.” Max said before looking around to make sure her little bother wasn’t looking at her.

“No can do, we have to hit you guys back.” The guy walked closer to Max but JJ quickly stood in front of her.

“You better think that twice, dude.” He said more angry and Max grabbed his arm. She looked to her side and covered her mouth surprised.

“Oh my god!” She yelled in horror and the three guys she had in front of her turned around to see what she was looking at. Max quickly grabbed JJ by his arm and pulled him away from the Harriets, he understood immediately and they started to run away from the annoying Kooks.

“Hey!” Max heard one of them say, but they were both long gone while letting out big laughs.

“This the second time I saved your ass from getting into a fight, you owned me dinner.” Max said after they made sure they were safe.

The beach was almost empty while the sun was going down. They were walking along the ocean while they feet were playing with the sand. Max had her boots on her hand, while JJ was trying to get his hair away from his face since after the run it got all messy, but surrendered after a couple of tries and figuring out it was a lost cause, his hair was always going to be messy.

“Sure, it’s a date then.” JJ said with a smirk on his face.

“No, no.” Max shake her head. “You buy me dinner and you go.” She shush him away with her hand.

“Not fair, dude!”

“Sorry, my rules.” She said and he let out a little laugh.

“Alright, I’ll do that if you admit something first.”

“What?”

“Admit that you over reacted about your brother seeing a girl. Deep down you knew it, you just wanted to hang out me because you secretly love me.”

“What?” She asked. “Keep dreaming, Maybank.”

“You’re so in love with me that it hurts you to admit it!” He grabbed her arm and started to shake it. “Don’t do this to yourself princess!”

Max quickly moved her arm away from JJ and punched his arm. “Don’t call me princess! I’m going to start calling you a dumbass.”

“You treat me like a dumbass so what’s new?” He jokingly ask and Max rolled her eyes. “Wait, no, you treat me like a punching bag, so call me punching bag if you want, princess.”

“Alright punching bag! You want another one?!” She said and JJ let out laugh.

“I can take it, dude.” He said more calmly and serious. Max furrowed her eyebrows, the way he said made her intrigued.

“What do you mean?”

“Don’t worry about it.” He said with a little smile.

The memory of Luke Maybank appeared on Max’s mind and she looked down. Like Max had trouble connecting Luke with JJ, she almost forgot that he had to live with him, that he had to live with such an awful and rude person, she didn’t knew anything about JJ’s life or house life, but the way he acted that morning around his dad, made Max wonder...

“Isn’t that your house?” JJ said taking Max away from her thoughts.

She turned around and looked at a familiar door. “Yeah, yeah, that’s it... Hey, thank you for doing this with me.”

“No problem, man. Hate it to admit it, but I have fun when I hang out with you... See? Nothing happens when you admit stuff.”

Max nodded and a little laugh escaped her mouth. “Not right now, but I will drag you around in everything I do if you have so much fun with me! Like groceries, work..” Max said to annoy JJ but he just let out a big smile.

“Fine! That sounds awesome, because knowing us we will probably end up running away from someone or almost causing a fight.”

“Yeah, probably...” she said with a smile. “Alright, see you when I see you... punching bag.” She saluted at him and he did the same.

“See you, princess.”

Max turned around and a little smile appeared on her face. She maybe was starting to like this princess nickname...

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[needs-to-stop-looking-at-yigas]

Okay you mentioned Kohga having the hots for king Rhoam. I'm sorry, but can we see something with that???

I make ONE fucking joke, and Ya'll take it to the next level. Fuck you, let's get this over with.

"Kingie! Long time no see big guy!"

Kohga was planning on just hanging out at the hideout today, when he was given a summon by the king. Not that Kohga minded a trip to the castle, he was always fed pretty well. He dove in for a high five with the king, but from the way he glared, he could tell he was NOT in the mood. Even the blade master he brought with him had to cringe at the rejection. Sooga joined him too, but seemed unfazed by the rather cold attitude.

"I'm glad you came at such short notice. I have something very important to discuss with you."

"Oh is it about the fact that we're buying up all the bananas? Look, we still gotta do SOMETHING evil to-"

"It's NOT."

His voice was steely, firm. Someone was NOT happy. His glare was so menacing, his boys took a step forward, as if the king was about to try to beat his ass. Kohga patted their shoulders, making them ease up a bit.

"Easy boys, easy. Look, you two wait out here, imma have a chat with Kingy here."

Sooga of course held protests, but Kohga held his hand up, silencing him.

"Trust me. You two hunks can dash in and protect me at any time. Not that I need it. Though I DO like the attention."

His men bowed, keeping their place. Kohga followed King Rhoam, right to his secret study, in the library, beyond the metal book case. He hated royals, but he had to hand it to Rhoam, there were so many sneaky spaces to hide and explore (and coming from the chief of the Yiga clan, that was high praise). Rhoam shut it behind them both, and Kohga took a look around. This was way different from the main rooms in the castle. Much more personal, snuggly even. A few crates of supplies, a desk full of scattered books, a few chairs, and even a few weapons hung on the wall besides them.

"Nice spot. How many people know about this little place?"

"The ones who built it, and my daughter."

"Well, aren’t I special?"

Kohga chuckled, pulling up a seat and helping himself to the surprisingly comfy chair. He might steal this, honestly. King Rhoam took a seat in front of him, clearing his throat.

"I suppose you're wondering why I summoned you?"

"If it's not about the bananas, then no not at all."

Kohga was already kinda bored, and he started to hum, playing with his hands. He found it easier than just sitting there and looking someone in the face.

"It's about my daughter, Zelda. She complained about you."

Kohga stopped, finally looking at his face. He was about to ask if he was serious, and apparently he was.

"Whaaaat? ME? What did I do?"

He sighed, before folding his arms across his chest.

"She is growing tired of your men. Apparently you give them permission to try to court her."

Kohga wanted to argue with that, but then he thought about it. He was kinda at fault, getting whatever clan member interested to hit on her. Flowers, treats, poetry, even just getting a few smooth talkers to try their hands at getting her attention. He just shipped Mipha and Link so hard, he decided to boot out the competition. Not that he hated her, of course not. Kohga shrugged.

"How is that a problem? I'm throwing HUNKS at her! No clue how that makes ME the bad guy! It’s because they’re Yiga, isn’t it?”

“It’s because she’s already in love with her knight. I’m already planning on giving him my blessings, should they finally decide to wed.”

Kohga should’ve expected it honestly, this old fashioned kinda ranting. Sure they were both kinda up there in age, but they were NOT alike. Kohga shook his head, standing up from his seat.

“Look, I don’t have kids, so I dunno what it does to ya, but you’re taking things WAY outta proportion here. You’re already ready for your daughter, seventeen, to get married.”

King didn’t seem to get it, as if this was a totally normal thing.

“Well yes. Royals marry around this age, why dawdle?”

Kohga put his hand on Rhoam’s shoulder, who didn’t seem to love it, but didn’t exactly push Kohga off.

“Look, let the girl have a little FUN before she gets hitched! She’s got the rest of her life for that stuff, if anything I’m just giving her choices.”

“I’m...not following.”

“For the love of- look. If she wants me to back off, I’ll tell my guys to heel. But I don’t really think she’d complain about me. She only really clams up about you. So it’s why I’m thinking SHE’S not complaining. YOU are.”

He knew by the look in his face that he was right. Kohga chuckled, hands on his hips.

“You don’t gotta lie like that! Makin’ me think I was a bad guy here! If YOU have problems, say you do. Doesn’t mean I’ll listen, but at least you wouldn't be a liar.”

His brows furrowed, but Kohga found it hard to take him seriously at this point.

“I am saying this for the sake of my daughter. If she is to remain pure-”

“Oh great, purity culture bullshit. Look, Kingy, don’t blame her for the fact that you haven’t gotten any lately.”

He put his hand over his chest, as if he had something just terribly hurtful.

“I beg your pardon?!”

“You heard me! You know If I didn’t know any better, you’re just mad because everyone’s gettin’ some lovin’ but you.”

Kohga leaned against the King’s chair. This was some juicy shit, you bet your bananas he was gonna milk it for all it was worth.

“When WAS the last time you got off? Few months?”

King Rhoam looked at him as if he had gone insane, before pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Almost nineteen years, roughly.”

“Holy-you haven’t nutted since your kid was born? Fucks sake, I’d be grumpy as hell too, no wonder.”

He wasn’t even expecting him to answer, honestly. King Rhoam scoffed, as if regretting giving him a response.

“We’re derailing the topic at hand-”

“Now now, I’m not done yet.”

Kohga moved in front of him, one hand at the chair, and pinning Rhoam between the seat, and Kohga’s face.

“Look, I get it. You wanna take care of what you have, you’re constantly stressed, I can only imagine how bad you have it. And knowing I was the cause of some of that stress? Selfish of me really. Let me make it up to you there, Kingy.”

Rhoam looked perplexed at his choice of words, like he figured he would be. Kohga always did have the hots for the clueless ones.

“I’m saying, let me end your streak.”

Still nothing. Holy hell, he forgot he loved idiots. He sighed, pointing down to the king’s crotch.

“Let me polish the royal scepter. Take a gander at the royal jewels. I’m essentially saying let me get you off.”

THAT seemed to get a rise out of the king, given the way he damn near jumped out of his chair.

“That is NOT why I summoned you here! In the SLIGHTEST! The AUDACITY!”

Kohga let go off the chair, putting his hands on his hips.

“One, you have the audacity to NOT immediately say yes, I’m a goddamn treat. Two, why the hell not? You ever fuck anyone that WASN’T the Queen?”

No response. So that was a no. Oh this was going to be some fucking fun. Kohga put his hands on his knees, leaning in so his mask was so close to touching his face.

“Tell you what, because I like newbies. You let me do my thing. And if you don’t like it, you just say the word. In exchange, I’ll tell my guys to heel. Eh? Cool offer?”

King Rhoam didn’t immediately say no, like he expected him to. He seemed stunned at first, but hey, you miss every shot you don’t take. He was going to get a no any-

“Alright. Fine. So long as this does NOT leave this study.”

Holy SHIT. This guy did NOT just say yes. Kohga fumbled a bit, clearly not knowing how to react. He wasn’t bluffing in the slightest, he just had no clue that the king would ACTUALLY take him up on that. He chuckled, poking Rhoam on his nose.

“Well look at you! Growin’ outta that royal shell, color me surprised! Alright, stays between us. Now, you just sit right there, and let ol’ Kohga do his thing.”

He made the king tilt his head up a bit, so he couldn’t see him. Not letting him see what he was doing would make him freak out a lot less, and he could be in denial about the fact that a dude was gonna suck him off. Kohga pushed aside his mask, just enough to reveal his lips, before he got down on his knees. He parted the King’s legs, taking but a moment to massage them. Lot’s of clothes made the guy look almost fat, but Kohga knew better. Those were some toned muscles under that, just how Kohga imagined. He kept massaging for a moment longer, getting him used to being touched, before he un did his belt, and pulling him free of his cloth confines. And holy. Shit. King Rhoam was a dilf dream down here. He wasn’t absolutely massive, but he certainly wasn’t a pipsqueak. He was long, thick, with plenty of white pubic hair. Kohga softly stroked the length of it, and watched as Rhoam seemed to freeze upon the contact.

“Right right, been a while. I’ll go slow, I’ll go slow. Easy does it.”

He had a rather lovely curve downward, and Kohga could only picture how well it’d go down his throat. He kept his motions nice and slow, till he noticed the King’s grip on the armrests loosen. Then he started to up the ante, just a little bit. With his other hand, he cupped his balls, lightly rubbing them in his palm. Then he heard him groan. It was faint, but Kohga caught it. That was the sound of a man who hadn’t been touched in a long, long time. Even by himself, apparently. He was already getting stiff in his hand.

“You’ve...done this before.”

“Not with a royal at least. But yeah, Kohga’s seen a few bananas in his day.”

Rhoam clearly had some kind of retort, before he seemed to jump upon feeling Kohga kiss the head. Kohga tried not to snicker, finding his sensitivity just hilarious. His age seemed to not affect his need for attention. Especially given that a few kisses around the base was enough to get him nice and hard in his hand. He made his touch a bit firmer on his balls, and his stroking a bit quicker on his length. And Rhoam was LOVING it. His head was tossed back, his breathing got all nice and fast, and he could see, past that beard, him biting his bottom lip.

“There we go, all nice and comfy. Any chance you want me to stop here?”

Rhoam was so out of it, he couldn’t do anything but shake his head. Kohga chuckled. He was gonna love this. Feeling him start to throb in his hand, he decided to really wow ol’ Kingy here. He pulled his hand away, using it to palm at himself, before he put the head right in his mouth. Rhoam’s breath hitched, and Kohga loved that. Love how he was making a royal so weak. He pushed himself to make more, stopping shy of halfway down his length. It was enough to make Rhoam squirm in his seat, and even put his hand right on top of Kohga’s head. How cute. Kohga groaned as he pushed his head back and forth, really getting a feel for that thick cock. Then he pulled away, nice and slowly, drool still connecting them. 

"Why did you-"

"You were about to cum. I could tell. I want this to be REALLY good for you, so you're going to wait."

"I DEMAND you-"

He was halted when Kohga took a hold of his balls. Nothing too hard, just enough to get him to shut up.

"No no no. You don't get that attitude with me. You rule Hyrule, I rule your cock. I decide when you cum. And because you wanna act up, you get a punishment. Look at me."

Rhoam looked, despite not wanting to, at all. Kohga kept massaging him, tediously and slowly.

"You wanna cum? You wanna shoot your load down my pretty throat? You gotta ask for it like a grown up. No tantrums. Go on. Ask."

Rhoam clearly didn't want to, but Kohga’s lips (and throat) was a blessing, not a right. So he sighed, and made himself obey.

"I...would like to orgasm-"

"Try again. Cum. Make me WANT it."

Rhoam swallowed, before trying again.

"I would...like to cum. In your mouth."

"There we go, much better. Knew you could be a polite boy."

He took a minute to suckle at his balls, really coating them in drool, before taking Rhoam fully in his mouth. That's right, every bit of that royal cock found it's way into his mouth, and Kohga gagged. It was intentional, and it made Rhoam moan desperately. So close. Kohga wasted no more time, and acted like the perfect dick sucker he knew he was.

Kohga was relentless. He groaned loudly as he bobbed his head back and forth, practically fucking his own mouth from the force. Rhoam was really getting into it now, cursing and panting under his breath, especially when Kohga pulled away to aggressively suck at his tip. Kohga was absolutely, and positively cock hungry, and he wasn’t afraid at all to show it. Kohga slurped, and gagged, slurped and gagged, grumbling as if he was an animal, greedy for the chance of tasting cum. Then he got it.

King Rhoam came, and Kohga gulped it down, only pulling away to smear it against his throbbing length. It was a big load, just how he thought it'd be. Ribbons and ribbons of cum littered their clothes, the floor, and the insides of his stomach. He pulled away once he knew no more would be cumming, feeling no more reason to. King Rhoam was a SIGHT to behold. A shaking, panting, cum covered mess. Kohga chuckled, taking a quick second to clean up. A good cock sucker could clean himself up in a flash, as if nothing ever happened. He stood back up, pulling King Rhoam’s face by his beard, and he kissed him. Not because he liked him, nor did he think he was cute. It was because there was something humiliating about making the King himself, taste his own load. He pulled away, wiping his lips, and putting his mask right back down. He could see that little bit of cum on his lips, and it was so goddamn funny to him.

“Glad we had this little chit chat, Kingy wingy. You ever need to get a load of your chest, you know who to send for. Though, I don’t do anything for free. Can I take the chair?”

Rhoam just sat there, looking bewildered, before he gently nodded. Kohga clapped his hands a bit, grabbing the chair, and giving Rhoam a little bit of a wave. He managed to meet up with Sooga and the Blade master, who didn’t even get to say hello before he made them carry the chair he was holding. Sooga looked at it curiously, turning to Kohga.

“Are we stealing this?”

“Nope! Said I could have it! It’s a real nice chair.”

“Why would he give it to you?”

“We had a nice long chat. Wasn’t something I saw...comin’”

Kohga grinned behind his mask. He was an absolute STUD, no doubts about that.

[iwantitiwriteit]

Love Lockdown - Part 3

Lovesick

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Summary: Chris braces himself for his FaceTime with you.

Warnings: Angst, Pandemic backdrop, Profanity

Notes: First In My Feelings Monday™ on books! Hopefully there’ll be more musings as the weeks go on, but I loved the whimsy the mindset added to me day! 🥰 This part was kind tough to write cos it required me to get into an opposing mind frame from the Reader, but a fun challenge nonetheless! Read the previous part here!

As much as he loved Winter in Boston, it was Spring that really captured Chris’ heart.

He’d been watching the beautiful day pass by outside his home office window while he took a few remote meetings with his team. Lockdown didn’t mean shutdown, for Chris at least, as he’s in preparation mode for an upcoming virtual press junket.

However, as soon as those glorious words, “That’s all for today,” were uttered, he upped and gathered his jacket, Dodger and headed for the front door.

“Going for a walk!” He called over his shoulder, his way of saying he’d be back soon.

“Alright, let me grab my jacket!” Scott said in response. Chris sighed and laughed to himself as he waited by the door for his brother. “What?” Scott asked when he got to Chris, who was shaking his head at his brother’s self-invite. He just laughed lightly as they bounded for the street, locking the door behind them.

It took Chris some growing up to appreciate this season. Truly appreciate it. But he’s so glad he does now. There’s a polarity in its elements that make it unique from the other seasons. 

The bright sun peeks from behind thick clouds every so often, fully exposed and giving light gloriously. The flowers, shy and budding in March, are now in April, with just a little time, bold and in bloom. The trees billowing in the cold wind are unaware of their own fierce presence, so gentle in their saving grace that is their shade.

Kind of complex, Spring in Boston. Could be perceived as annoying in its inconsistency of temperature within a 24 hour period; cold one part of the day then hot the next. But he loved that not everyday or every hour was the same. Kept him on his toes in a way.

 He couldn’t help but imagine how you’d like it here at this time of year. How he’d like you here with him. To have you on this walk right now. To hold you close when the sharp wind cuts through, chilling you both. You’d say what you always say when you snuggle up to him for warmth; that your southern bones feel the cold more than he does.

Maybe it’s true. Or Maybe it’s a lame excuse to be closer to him. Either way, he’d never complain. He loves it. He loves you.

Chris smiles to himself at the thought. Yeah, you’d love it here in the Spring. Definitely more than you did in December. What a start to a shit show that turned out to be. Chris hates to think about it. But his brain can’t help but go back there sometimes.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Scott asks, walking alongside his brother.

Chris lets out a long breath. He’s back there right now. But it doesn’t start and stop there. December makes him think of January. January makes him think of February. Then March, and before he knows it, he’s been through the chain of events that led you two here: Him in Boston, and you in Tennessee. In love but hurting from it. In the midst of a pandemic? Your relationship is just as uncertain as the end to the world’s madness.

Chris kicks himself at the painful memories. Shaking his head, he looks over to Scott who is patient as his brother finds his words.

“I’m thinking that despite the craziness of the last few weeks, months even, and being on lockdown...”

“Uh-huh…” Scott says knowing there’s more

“In an odd way, I’ve felt more free than I have in a while.”

“How’s that?”

“Well… hasn’t it been kinda great being, ya’know, solo...?” Chris eludes, not wanting to say the actual words.

“Huh? Oooooh!” Scott says as he catches Chris’ drift.

Chris won’t lie; the last 3 weeks away from you have been headache free. The bachelor lifestyle coming back to him with ease. He’s spent enough years on his own to know how to revel in the perks of singleness. No side eyes when he’s yelling at CNN or football, no being told to do stupid, necessary chores that can wait til he’s ready, and no one to get hurt when he’s inevitably fucked up in some way or another.

“Only problem is, I’m the only one of us who’s actually single.”

“Right… I know, and don’t get me wrong! I feel really lucky she hasn’t left me yet, and that she’s stuck it out with me for this long. I really can’t imagine my life without her.”

“But…” Scott prompts.

Chris is hesitant as he starts again. “But lately, guiltily...I wonder if that would be such a bad thing. If we were to… ya’know,” Chris makes weird hand motions that Scott eventually interprets as “breakup”.

“It’s a wonder you’re any good at charades.”

As much as he feels bad and knows he could’ve done some things differently, handled some things better, Chris is sooo frustrated with you.

“Why won’t she just tell me what she’s really thinking— exactly what she’s feeling. I’m not a fucking mind reader! You would think it’d be easy for her, considering what she does for a living, I don’t get it man.”

Scott waits for his cue for Chris to ask the golden question, but when he doesn’t hear it, he looks over at his older brother. Chris looks every bit a boy that’s absolutely lovesick, kicking the rocks in his way, pouting down at his feet. “You want my opinion?” Scott eventually offers.

“Please. I don’t think Dodger’s gonna give me anything good.” Chris bends down to pet the pup quickly before continuing their walk

“I think she has told you what she’s feeling— just not explicitly from her mouth.”

“If that’s the case, then her shutting down every time we’re addressing an issue is supposed to mean…?”

“You’ve got to give her some room to emote, cos you can be a bit, well, you know.” Chris did know, but it didn’t make it sting any less.

Accusations from past girlfriends of him not listening, only hearing, what’s been communicated have not gone unnoted. That, coupled with his bubbling emotions have led to many a breakup in his life. Relationships demoted to damn near flings the way women have come and gone from his life. But what he has with you couldn’t just be another relationship for the books. Chris wants to break the cycle with you… for you.

“I thought I was doing that when I suggested we social distance separately. Then last night she made it very clear that I was very wrong.”

“I could’ve told you that you were very wrong. Tax free.” The two men make their way back to the house. Looking at his brother before him, all sad and distraught, Scott was not going to let him start his own pity party.

“I don’t want to lose her. She’s the one. She’s my one. I know it.”

“Then don’t lose her.”

“When’s anything EVER been that simple?”

“I’m not saying it is, but if you know she’s the one, don’t give up so easily bro. Try everything in your power to give her the relationship she deserves. And she will do the same for you. But, if the problems still persist, then maybe, it would be for the best if…” Scott trails off as he sees his brother’s eyes start to look like those of the dog by their feet. “Look, I’m just telling you from personal, very recent experience, that it isn’t all that bad being friends on the other side of it all.”

“Ugh, God! I think I’d rather have a limb caught off and force fed to me than try to be friends with her if we ever… I can’t even say it.” Chris pokes his tongue out like he’s tasted something awful.

“You’re being hella dramatic right now.”

“But bro, I’m not even exaggerating!” The brothers laugh as they walk up the driveway. As they cross the threshold of the front door, Chris’ reminder for your FaceTime call sounds off, echoing in the foyer. He turns it off and looks up at his brother. “That’s the call to my love’s fate” he tries to joke.

Scott wears a soft, empathetic smile “Everything’s gonna be just fine. No matter what.”

Chris tries to wear some optimism, but the possibility of this being the end of your relationship tugs at him. He won’t let it get a hold of him. “Thanks, bro. I’ll see you later. And DO NOT eavesdrop.”

“Whaaaat??? I would never!” Scott feigns offense. Chris looks unconvinced. “Dodge and I are gonna enjoy an afternoon movie, isn’t that right Dodgey Wodgey?” 

“Dodger’s not even buying it. Stop it.”

“Yeah, that was weird. See ya later, man.”

Chris takes the stairs to his bedroom two by two. He sets up his laptop, making sure to plug in its charger; wouldn’t want it to die on this call.

He paces around the space in front of his desk. As many video calls as he’s done the past few weeks, none of them were as important as this one. Nervousness washes over him. He decides to embrace it; it’s natural, and a good sign. He still cares. He can only hope you do, too. 

The digital clock strikes 2. It’s time.

He calls you, the laptop ringing for a while longer than his beating heart can take. His heart sinks and doubts creep in. Is this is it? Is she done with me? No fight, no… nothing? This can’t be it. But then the ringing ceases and the screen says “connecting”, a sigh of relief involuntarily escaping him.

He can’t help but beam, proud he knows you better than his negative thoughts do. Happy that you wouldn’t leave him high and dry. 

Then he sees your face. Your beautiful face. The natural lighting of your room bouncing off your gorgeous, brown skin. Your hair is the perfect combination of defined curls and loose wisps, neat but not overly so. You are the epitome of effortless, natural beauty. He almost feels like he’s seeing you for the first time.

“Hey baby! For a second there, I thought you wouldn’t answer,” he nervously chuckles. 

You smile at him but it doesn’t reach your eyes. He senses your apprehension, even through a screen. He hadn’t done a good job of setting up this conversation with peace of mind for you, now that he thinks about it. “We need to talk” is almost always followed by some heavy, unwanted shit. Not that this talk will be easy, but he most certainly doesn’t want you thinking the worst. He genuinely wants to talk; explain his fuck ups and frustrations. And try to listen.

He figures since he’s put you two here, it’s his job to steer this ship to calmer, nicer waters. Here goes. He tries some small talk, anxiety making him ramble. “So, how’s the… weather? That’s a stupid— ugh, I’m sure it’s, like, hot. You’re down south, where it’s hot—”

“Chris?”

“Yes honey?”

“I don’t wanna do this with you.”

There it is; his worst fear. Losing you. No. He was determined to let his optimism win. Determined that his ears were deceiving him in this moment.

“What do you mean?”

Chris is too all in to go down without a fight, and  fight for you he was prepared to do.

Part 4 | What’d you think?

[bloominroses101]

Shaggy dog: Draco x reader

"Good morning, fn" you whip your head around to that all too familiar voice.

"Hey, Harry. What's up?"

"Just the usual, haha....." he pauses to look up for a moment at someone walking past behind you. You turn just in time to catch a glimpse of gorgeous blond hair that can only belong to one person......Draco Malfoy.

"You ready for class?" He continues one his archenemy is out of earshot.

"Yeah, charms today right?" You respond.

"Yup."

"Can't wait" you say unenthusiastically.

Harry let's out about half a laugh when he spots Hermione.

"Well, I'll see you in class."

"See ya." You nod as he takes off to sit with his other friends. You sit quietly at the breakfast table for a few minutes, sipping your hot chocolate. It's your third year at hogwarts. You've made a good number of friends the last few years, but there's only two people you'd really care to talk two....and ironically enough they hate each other. You wonder why Harry and Draco clash so much. 'If only they could overcome their differences, they could honestly be such good friends.' you think to yourself. 'Hmm....what if-' your thoughts are interrupted as Draco sits down next to you.

"So what business does the scarhead have to say to you?" He asks mockingly. You give him a look that fully shows your annoyance with term he used for your friend, but you've somewhat gotten used to it by now.

"Nothing much, just class." You respond coldly.

"What about it?" He presses.

"Just that we're doing charms today"

"Yeah, so?" His controlling demeanor is starting to get to you

"So maybe you should mind your own business." You snap. "What, you jealous or something?"

"Of what? You? Course not. There's nothing to be jealous over."

"Whatever." Is all you can manage. He let's out a laugh. He got you and he knows it. But you'll make him pay for it later. After all, he's to be your partner in class today. That'll allow for plenty opportunities for revenge in your little game. Then something hits you.

"You know, I would have expected a little louder bark coming from such a shaggy dog." You pass a mischievous glance toward him.

"A what?" He responds, acting almost offended.

"You heard me. A. Shaggy. Dog.... If your hair gets any longer, I won't be the only one who couldn't tell the difference." He just glares at you. "You really should get it cut before it contaminates what's left of your 'good looks'."

"No." He replies sternly. If there's one thing Draco loves, it's his hair. Now you've got HIM.

"Come on, I've been practicing. You should let me do it."

"Oh hell no." He protests. You just laugh. Eventually he gives into a smirk. Now that you are even, you both continue breakfast with some casual conversation until the two of you head to class.

"Good morning everyone." Starts Filius, "since you have all been doing very well the last few weeks, I've decided to give you one day to master whatever spell you would like. Once you've decided what you wish to do, you will come get my approval, and begin." The students all begin whispering to each other at this incredible opportunity.

"What should I do?" You hear from one after another.

"How bout a spell for a haircut?" You mention to Draco.

"You still on that!?" He could almost be annoyed now. You smirk at him.

"Yup" he just roles his eyes.

"Well, go ahead....but I'm not going to be your dummy if that's what you were hoping for."

"Fine, I dare you." You challenge. He turns and starts to walk away.

"What, you scared?" He freezes. "Chicken." You know you've finally gotten a little under his skin and smile to yourself. He turns his head and glares at you.

"Never. Fine! After class, we'll meet at the room of requirement and it better be good or you'll owe me!"

"Owe you what?" You clarify. He crosses his arms.

"That depends. I'll determine that when the time comes."

"Deal."

You laugh to yourself on the inside at your victory. Class had never before seemed to take so long! Finally, it's over an you rush to the room of requirement. The only room that seems somewhat private(aside from your dorms which neither of you could both enter). You step inside to find Draco already sitting inside, arms and legs crossed with a frustrated glare on his face. You laugh to yourself at the sight. 'He's always so stubborn' you think.

"Ready for your torture session?" You joke.

"Hmph."

"Awe, poor baby. So serious." You tease.

"Let's just get this over with" he sighs.

"Alright" you say enthusiastically. Your shears appear in front of you. You're not too familiar with the room of requirement, but you've heard it magically creates whatever it is you need in the moment. You take the shears and perform a couple teasing snips before you start. You begin to sift his soft, white hair through your fingers. 'Dang, this feels good!' you think to yourself. Over about 20-30mins or so, you recreate his perfect shape, now no longer in the way of his eyes and falls perfectly around his face. He refuses to make eye contact as you check for the evenness of his bangs, your face inches away from his. You make a couple final snips before your satisfied. 'Alright. I've won you think.

"K, your done." He shakes his head. "Now that wasn't so bad was it?" You continue as you pass him a mirror. He blankly stares at it for a few seconds.

"Well?" You ask impatiently.

"It's horrible." He responds. 'WHAAAAT!!??' you scream internally. You can feel heat building up inside you, but you resist the urge and keep your cool.

"What did you say?" You ask as calmly as you can.

"It sucks! I hate it!" He affirms. That's it. You begin to lose it. "You owe me now!" He continues. Now you're boiling over and you finally blow.

"You know what. Fuck you! I love you, but you can be such a jerk sometimes! It looks good! And-" you're interrupted as a pair of lips crash into yours. You pause for a moment confused as he pulls away.

"What was that?" You question.

"Like I said." He responds "YOU OWE ME." he smirks. You're slightly taken aback as you realize what he meant. He takes a step closer, puts his hand under your chin, and steals another, softer kiss. It all makes sense now. The "private" room where there will be no one to disturb you, riling you up to challenge him, not to mention him ultimately agreeing to "your" terms.

"You were planning this from the beginning weren't you?" He smiles. "You sly dog." You comment as you put your arms around him for the first time.

"But not a shaggy one, thanks to you" he quietly replies. You let out a little laugh. He places his hands on your waste and starts kissing the side of your neck as he pulls you closer. He pauses for a moment and you feel him smile as he looks up slightly. You glance out of the corner of your eye to the edge of the room where there's now a bed.

"Was that there before?" You ask. Draco looks you dead in the eyes and smirks.

"I guess the room really does know exactly what we need." You give him half a smile as you start to consider what may be coming next. He reburies his face in your neck and starts slowly walking you towards the bed. When you bump it, he releases for a moment to let you crawl in, and then resumes showering you with kisses as he follows on top of you. He now seems to feel a little more enthusiastic and almost....needy. He moves in on you. You never knew he felt like this way about you. Now it's obvious just how much he wants you. How much he NEEDS you. All you want to do now is show him how much you feel the same way. You pull him even closer to you(if that's even possible at this point). He pauses for a moment, staring at your neck. You wonder what he was looking at, but you don't really care. You have him. That's all that matters.

"Malfoy.......Draco. I love you. I have for a long time. I hope you know that" you say with a tear in your eye. He just smiles and gives you a long, deep kiss. Afterwards you both laugh a little.

"Now I do." He responds. You smile up at him content. You both remain in that bed for the next few hours...resting, talking, occasional kisses, etc. You realize it must be getting late and you both decide it's best to return to your dorms. As you walk past the mirror, you spot a bruise on your neck. 'oh' you think 'this must be what he was staring at earlier' you blush at the thought. Suddenly you feel him wrap his arms around you from behind. He pulls your hair out of the way and gently kisses the bruise one last time.

"Until tomorrow then?" He whispers in your ear.

"Yeah" you respond with a smile. "Until tomorrow."

[kaweeella]

Hi, if you still want writing requests, a Danganronpa idea would be Himiko's magic going awry and making Maki swap bodies with Miu for a day.

Thank you for requesting! I hope you like it!

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It started as a good day, it really did.

Maki sat at a bench, Himiko was showing off her magic to Tenko and Angie across the path, and Miu was talking to Kaede by the stairs. It was one of the only times she let herself lower her guard.

Never again.

“And for my next trick,” Himiko said. “I will make Miu and Maki switch places!”

Maki stirred only a little at the mention of her name, but she kept watching the clouds. It was likely going to be a warm training session that night.

Himiko spun her stave, a dark red glow appeared on one side and a pink one on the other. She twirled it faster as the two lights snaked down to the other ends.

She excitedly looked over to them, only to be met with disappointment. Maki was still on the bench and Miu was still by the stairs, though she stumbled some, holding onto Kaede so she wouldn’t fall over.

“Nyeh…”

“It’s alright, Himiko! It still looked cool!” Tenko tried to reassure her.

“I’m sure you’ll get it next time!”

“Hey, what just happened?” Maki walked over to them.

“I tried to make you and Miu switch places, but-” She tried to explain but quickly got cut off.

“What are you, a dumbass?”

“Maki!” Tenko stood up. “That’s really rude!”

“Are you blind? I’m not Maki.” Not Maki said.

“What’s going on?” Miu said coldly as she and Kaede approached them.

“What the fuck?!” Not Maki exclaimed.

“Himiko, I think your spell did really work!”

“Nyahahaha!” Angie laughed. “Good job, Himiko! God smiles upon you!”

“What the fuck did you do?” Not Maki asked.

“Well I tried to cast a spell to switch Miu’s and Maki’s places, but if Tenko’s right, then I guess it didn’t switch you physically.”

“If you’re going to use me in one of your shows, at least ask first.” Maki- real Maki- said, venom in her voice.

“So you can fix this, right?” Kaede asked.

Himiko nodded and spun the stave. It started glowing again, though the lights didn't move.

“Enough with your shitty glowstick, I don’t want to be stuck as this flat fuck.”

“Do you want to die?” Maki looked at her. Even if she wasn’t in her body she’s scary as hell.

Himiko tried to block out the talking. If she strained her eyes she could see the lights moving towards the other ends at a snail’s pace. She stopped spinning it and examined them. Even though she stopped she could still see the light moving down at an agonizingly slow speed.

“What’s wrong, Himiko?” Tenko asked.

“Nyeh…” She shuddered and looked at Maki to read her expression. There were none. “I have good news and bad news.” She shrank in on herself a little. “I can’t undo it right now, b-but it’s temporary.”

“Fucking dumbass! Try harder!” Miu reached out to grab the stave.

“Nyeh! Stop! You might make it worse!”

“Nothing could be w-aaa!” Maki grabbed her by the pigtails and yanked her back.

“When are we going to be back to normal?”

“When the two lights reach the other side.” She pointed at the stave.

Maki hummed. “How long do you think it’ll take?”

Himiko looked at it in thought. “At the rate it’s going, maybe about a day?”

“Maki-Roll!” Kaito ran up with Shuichi not far behind him.

“Great…” Maki muttered.

He wrapped Miu in a bear hug. She panicked and…

“Ow!” … she kneed him. “Maki-Roll why’d you do that?”

“Because that’s Miu. I’m Maki.”

The two look confused. Like they were doing a hundred calculations at once in their heads.

“Himiko fucked up her spell.” Miu said.

“It’s temporary!”

It was quiet for a minute before Kaito spoke up again. “So are you still on for training tonight?”

“Training, huh? What kind of training do you do together late at night, huh?”

“Me and Shuichi exercise. Kaito mostly just sits there.”

“Hey!”

“Riiiiight. Well whatever it is, leave me and my body out of it.”

“It’s probably for the best. It’s going to be warm tonight and I’m not in the mood to listen to Kaito whining. And…” She looked down at ‘herself’. “I’m not quite used to training in these conditions.”

Miu snickered some before coming to a realization.

“Miu what are you thinking?” Shuichi asked, though he had a pretty good idea of the answer.

“Why don’t you try some training with me? I’ve always wanted to know if I’m good in bed.”

“Do you want to die?”

“Oh come on, it felt so nice when you pulled my hair.”

Maki stared daggers into her.

“What, you got nothing?”

“I’d strangle you but you’d like it too much.”

“Now, now, we should not resort to violence. As long as we have God on our side all will be well!”

“Right! Besides, it could be worse. You might’ve switched with a degenerate man.”

Maki sighed. She was right, there were worse people but Miu wasn’t a great option to be the one piloting her body.

“Don’t think I’m happy to be in this situation either. I want to be back in my own gorgeous body.”

“This is so weird.” Kaito whispered to Shuichi.

“Nehehe~! What do we have here?” Kokichi strolled over.

“Not now, Kokichi.” They told him.

“Just go away, we’re busy right now and the last thing we need is a little shit fucking around.” Miu said.

“No I…” He paused. “Maki, I don’t think I’ve ever heard you swear before.”

“Do you want to tell him?” Kaito whispered.

“Tell me whaaaat?”

“No, he can figure it out on his own.” Maki said.

“Come on, Miu. A dumb slut shouldn’t be-” Before he can finish Maki grabs him by the neck. “Hey,” He stammered, “I’m not into that. Or you.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“What, dumb or slut?”

“Both.”

“Why~? They fit you so-” She tightened her grip.

“Maki-Roll, calm down you might actually kill him!”

“Maki?” Kokichi asked with strained breaths.

She dropped him. “Yeah. Maki, and never call me a dumb slut again.” She leaned down to his eye level.

“It’s kinda hard to take you seriously when you look like this.”

“Maybe you’ll take this seriously.” She grabbed his scarf and headbutted him, the goggles left marks on his forehead.

“Damn, don’t break my shit!” She looked at the goggles. When she saw that they’re unbroken she nodded before breaking out into laughter. “You got him pretty good. Serves you right you little bitch.”

“So,” Kokichi sat up. “Maki is Miu and Miu is Maki. What. The fuck.”

“It’s magic!” Himiko said.

Maki sighed. “I’m going to go lay down.” She grabbed her key off of Miu and headed off to the dorm.

“See you, Maki-Roll!”

“Hey Miu,” Shuichi said. “Did Maki give you your key?”

She thought for a moment. “She has my fucking key!” Miu ran after Maki.

“No matter what she looks like, she’s a dumb bitch.”

“Hey!” Miu yelled as she reached Maki. “Give me my key.”

“Right.” She paused. “Where do you keep it?” She dreaded the answer.

Miu reached down into her shirt and took out her key. Maki looked at the shirt.

“How do you keep it in there? I could hardly feel it.”

“An inner shirt pocket. With it you can sexily and comfortably store things in your cleavage.”

Maki thought for a moment. “That’s pretty clever.”

“Huh?! I mean… of course it is! I thought of it.”

“You can’t even see the stitches. This could’ve been pretty useful in my missions.”

“I’m gonna take that as a good thing!”

“Yeah. Honestly your inventions don’t really make sense to me but they do tend to be pretty good, when it isn’t used for sexual purposes.”

“My inventions are always incredible!”

“I feel like the underwear remover is a bit unnecessary.”

“Everything I make is entirely necessary!”

“Ah! Maki!” They saw Tsumugi running toward them. “Maki, I have a photoshoot, do you have a weapon I could use?”

“Are you planning to use a real weapon for a photoshoot?”

“No! No! Of course not. I just wanna be as authentic as possible so I’m gonna use it as a reference point. So can I?”

“No.”

“Huh? But I’m asking Maki-”

“Alright, here's what’s happening, Four Eyes. Himihoe fucked up her spell and now I’m Maki and she’s me.”

She stood for a moment then gasped. “This is like something straight out of an anime! How do you reverse it? A special item? Words of true caring? A kiss?”

“Himiko said it would likely take roughly a day.”

“Of course! A timer. In most anime the pair have to pretend to be each other, leading to weird situations that some find hard to watch, but instead of that you two hardly have any hesitance telling me. Though even if you did try to act as each other it’d still be plainly obvious, no offense.”

“Right.” Maki said. “I’m going to bed.” With that she continued to the dorms.

Kirumi was cleaning in there and looked over when she entered.

“Ah, Miu, you look tired. Is there anything I can do for you?”

“No.” She went over to her dorm and Kirumi gave her a strange look.

“You do know that is Maki’s room, right?”

“I know who’s room it is.” She didn’t look back at Kirumi before she went in and closed the door. She fumbled taking off the boots and laid down. She wasn’t even going to bother with anything else.

“Strange.” Kirumi muttered to herself.

It felt like an eternity. She stared at the ceiling, just thinking, until there was a knock at the door. It was Miu. She looked behind her, noticing that Kirumi was no longer there and it was dark out.

“What is it.”

“Well, I was hoping you’d let me stay in here… with you?”

“Why?”

“What does that matter?”

“It matters a lot if you want to sleep in my room.”

“Well if you really care that much… being in my room when I look like this upsets me.”

“It upsets you to be in your room when you look like me.”

“Well…” She fidgeted. “I base a lot of myself and my life on how I look, and my room is a reminder that I’m no longer that.”

Maki wasn’t expecting that. She wasn’t sure what she was expecting, but it wasn’t that.

“Fine. I’m going to need help taking these belts off anyway.”

“Oh you wanna undress me~?”

“I can’t sleep with them on.”

“Really? You slept just fine when Kaito came by to get you. Had to be physically restrained to stop pushing the fucking button.”

“I didn’t realize I went to sleep.”

“Well you did. Wow, your room is pretty empty.”

“I don’t keep many things. Not where I live.”

“Right, your assassin thing. Have you ever seduced your mark?”

“No.”

“Well of course, no one could have my sex appeal.”

“Miu. Miu we are teenagers.”

“What of it?”

Maki threw a pillow at her. “Just go to sleep.”

The night was uneventful. Miu had some trouble adjusting to the pigtails but when she did she fell asleep quickly.

When Maki woke up, she found she was on the other side of the bed when she tried to get up. She looked over and saw Miu. Miu as Miu.

“Hey, get up.”

“Huh? What the fuck do you want?”

“For you to go back to your own room. We’re back to normal.”

She grumbled some. “Fine.” She dramatically got up, grabbed her key and boots and headed out the door, though she paused in the doorway. “Hey Maki? Thank you for letting me stay over.”

“Yeah.”

“I mean it.” Maki smiled, though she had her back to Miu so she couldn’t see. “You can be the first to test my next invention!”

“That’s unnecessary.”

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HEY MAN so I just saw the fuckery that was yesterday's news and I just have one question which is whaT THE ACTUAL FUCK??!?!!! WHAAAAAT THE ACTUAL FUCK. COME OVER HERE, WWE, I JUST WANT TO TALK. Like, you have got to be shitting me. I'm so mad I the only coherent thought I have is WHAAAAT THE FUUUUUUCK. There are no other words. I'm sad about it. :( :( :(

Yeah I literally don't know what their plan is right now for business. Seems like it's fuck all your most loyal employees, destroy all your new talent, and focus entirely on pleasing casual fans by bringing back old stars. But casual fans aren't the ones who travel across county to go to shows in a once again flaring pandemic.

Like truthfully I'd just been waiting for it with all the releases lately but I thought too they might cling to him BECAUSE of his ability to move merch and shit. But I guess the sales from a couple Oldberg appearances > people who can actually work a house show circuit.

Idk. I've just had a very bad two years and I've lost a lot of shit and as dumb as it is I didn't need to lose this lmao. Especially because I worry how fans elsewhere will treat him long term being a more character driven performer and I worry how much the E will pull legal shit on him for like... every little thing.